A Wedding in Cathedral Heights

A Wedding In Cathedral Heights Book II

Keri finished going through the wedding invitations. It was exhausting work. Gerry had some five hundred relatives to invite, as well as all these business contacts. She heard a sigh from the kitchen, almost a moan. Poor Gerry…it was hard when he was cleaning the baseboards or leaning down to scrub the bottom of the refrigerator, because his  hard cock, encased in the horrible cage, was squooshed against his stomach, making both stomach and cock rather painfully contracted. Keri smiled. He should stop thinking about sex, then. She returned to the invites.   Keri only had about thirty-five people to invite—her immediate family, high school friends, some university friends, though she'd been much too busy with Gerry's training  and her various lovers to have much  of a college social life. The most important person she was going to invite was her cousin Margo…Margo and her mother, Aunt Helen, had  taken little Keri Ann from a life of drudgery and proletarian predictability, into the fabulous adventure she was having now….Margo would have to come. Keri sighed. Aunt Helen would have loved to have seen what Keri had done with Gerry, after Helen had passed on.

 Keri looked down at all the envelopes. She thought of all the other stuff going on. Though Gerry did the grunt-work, it was Keri who had to plan this thing, and also work on Gerry's training, balancing that with her special services to Giles and the others, and of course  her work for her M.A. in International Relations at American U. She needed help, and she needed a good lover and an arm to lean on. It was time to tell Gerry about Bill. Keri reached past the envelopes and rang  a large brass bell, and Gerry came into the room, slowly, walking carefully on five inch spike heels. His feet were squashed into the heels—no transvestite shoe store supplied shoes for a man of Gerry's size—and he had trouble balancing.

Gerry had complained about wearing a dress around the house, so Keri was letting him wear short hot pants and net stockings, and a lavender blouse with a plunging neckline. Gerry was grimacing a little, and Keri looked down at the cock cage hanging out of the  open zipper of the hot pants. Yes ,  his penis was hard, engorged, and twisting around in the cage, which was purposely too small to accommodate full erections. Gerry must be looking at  the seventeen year old sunning herself in the back yard, Keri thought.

 “Did you get the refrigerator cleaned yet?” Keri asked pleasantly. “Yes, Miss Keri…I cleaned the kitchen, and scrubbed and waxed the floors in the kitchen and dining room.” Gerry was pleased at his industry that day. “Are-are the invites all right? My secretary addressed them, and I stamped them. I don't think I forgot anyone.” Gerry  looked anxiously at Keri's razor strop, hanging on its nail.

Keri smiled, and patted the seat next to her on the sofa. “Yes, darling. I'm quite pleased with everything.” Gerry sat down hesitantly. Good moods with Miss Keri were quite often more dangerous than when she was irritable. Keri stacked the envelopes and put them on the coffee table and leaned towards Gerry, her breasts pressing against the light blue turtleneck. “I need to talk to you about someone who may be moving in with us.”

Keri reached over and stroked Gerry's rouged cheek. “I have a friend who is going to give us a lot of help ”  Gerry looked puzzled. “Move in with us?” Gerry had never quite gotten over the fact that Keri had purchased a separate apartment, and that she was working as a teasing and denial dominatrix, or “therapist”. This was new. “Why? Do you need help, Miss Keri? I do all the housework, the cooking, yard work, and I give you lots of money to hire help for anything else.” Gerry leaned back. “I think we are quite happy, don't you? We're getting married—“

Keri gently interrupted. “Do you remember Bill? Bill DiMarco ?” A look of pain came over Gerry's face, but at the same time his cock swelled further against the metal bars. Keri had met Bill in her Philosophy of Political Inquiry seminar, Bill  was a muscular, handsome guy…and he and Keri had become lovers. Gerry was used to this sort of thing, he had long experience of serving breakfast   in bed to Keri and her lovers, and Miss Helen and her paramours  previously . He had even gotten used to some boyfriends witnessing and occasionally participating in his discipline sessions.

 But Bill was different than the other men, in that he had no discomfort whatsoever at Keri having a male slave, and had demanded his due during the times he stayed over. When Keri got her morning oral attentions from Gerry just after waking up, Bill insisted that Gerry come over and suck his cock as well. Bill had become quite interested in participating in Gerry's training, and sometimes took Gerry down to the basement dungeon for discipline and CBT while Keri was studying upstairs or playing Frisbee with other friends. Although Keri gave a good scientific whipping, knowing all of Gerry's especially sensitive spots, like the tender area between his bottom and thighs, Bill was far more vicious in wielding the whip or strap, and he swung with the force of one who bench pressed 350 four times a week. Bill had taught Gerry various forms of good cocksucking and also how to “rim” Bill and his “bear” friends from Dupont Circle . It turned out that Bill was bisexual, and had spent five years as the live in master of a  prominent oncologist in Chicago .  

Gerry shivered. “Bill, why Bill. Miss Keri, I don't like Bill.” Ker smiled, and ruffled Gerry's hair. She reached into her purse and took out  her cuffs and her ring with the two all important keys. She gestured for Gerry to put his hands behind his head, and locked his hands there with the cuffs, and then motioned for Gerry to stand up. Keri carefully pulled Gerry's hot pants down around his knees, and unlocked his chastity cage. Pulling it off, Keri lightly stroked Gerry's stiffening cock with her fingertips. “Now, isn't that better?” Gerry gasped. Kerri had been so furious after Gerry had burst in on her and Giles several weeks ago.

 She'd not taken him out  of the cage even to play with…and his poor cock had felt the neglect. He'd had to keep up his regular cunnilinguis schedule, eating her out four or five times a day, and giving Keri lots of  long , nude massages.  Keri of course walked around a great deal in clinging belly shirts, short-shorts, whatever the weather was, when she was inside, and high heels.

 Keri had been a Hooters waitress in high school, and often wore this outfit, which drove Gerry mad .. Although once she had tied Gerry up, and  rubbed ice against the bars of the cage to calm his painful erection, his requests for her attentions had been met with flat no's. “Please, please” he'd begged. “Keri, please just stroke me a little…even if I can't cum.” Keri would shake her head sorrowfully. “Gerald, you have to learn to hold your temper. I just don't feel like touching you for  a while. But you can touch me. Why don't you rub this scented oil on my breasts again?”

Now, feeling Kerri's forefinger toying with his bulging glans for the first time in three weeks, Gerry was almost panting. “What's wrong, baby?” Keri asked, smiling. “Is this too much stimulation?” Keri was wearing a snug t-shirt that said “ Vienna ” on it, reminiscent of their last trip to Europe (Giles, Keri's money client, was pestering him now to go abroad with HIM.) and she was also wearing a  mini skirt, despite the fact that it was February. “No, Miss Keri ,please continue..” Gerry had been dying for this. The jewelry he'd bought this woman in the last ten days to have this happen…and now, finally. His cock felt like it was swelling into a Louisville Slugger. Oh, my.

Keri smiled, and leaned over, kissing Gerry's neck. Pulling back, she continued to gently tease Gerry's cock with two fingers. “Honey, I want Bill to come live with us….” Keri's voice was soft but firm. “I really need a man around the house.” Gerry's shoulders slumped. “And he's a great lover…I love your tongue, but honey, sometimes I gotta have a stiffie in there, you know?” Gerry looked at his beautiful girl desperately. “Miss Keri, maybe our relationship can change a little bit now…we're getting married. I love our sessions, and I couldn't go without them, but we could make a little tender love— “ Keri put her other hand over his mouth. “No, sweetheart.” Keri smiled. “You're a good little guy, but Mommy needs Daddy, I think…and also, Bill will help me with you, your training.” Gerry's heart stopped.

To have Bill DiMarco around the house all the time? He'd left poor Gerry black and blue, and with a swollen jaw from cocksucking , just constantly, the previous spring, and Bill was only visiting once a week or so then! And who was this guy that he'd be telling Gerry what to do? Gerry was smarter, frankly, and muscular himself, and a lot better looking. He only submitted to Bill because it was under Keri's orders, though then Bill was quite a martinet to him. Keri's long pink forefinger nail was teasing Gerry's foreskin, occasionally wandering under the shaft to worry the frenum , and then inching its way back up to the top…Gerry loved this, but wanted her to grab his cock and jerk it and jerk it. But Keri was too smart for this. For up to a month after Gerry had an orgasm, Kerri would tease him with alternate long and short masturbatory pulls…ten quick strokes to get his cum rising, and then ten slow ones to keep Gerry from squirting all over the place. But after six weeks without an orgasm, Keri would have to go much slower, because Gerry was so close to cumming …closer as his time without release went on.

“I think I could be the guy you want, a man to make love to.” Gerry said without much hope. Keri  squeezed the back of Gerry's neck gently and rubbed the nails of her non-stroking hand over Gerry's chest hairs. Gerry found this incredibly arousing, especially when she flicked his right nipple. “Keri loves you, Gerald…but not that way. And you know you don't want to assume the full responsibility of using your erection? How long's it been, forty years now?”

Gerry turned beet red. It was true, “Scary Gerry” hellion frat boy had taken a room  in Helen O'Neill's house, and then he and Helen, a sexy older woman, had discovered their mutual interests in dominance, submission, teasing and chastity. Gerry had been only nineteen then. Except for one or two brief flings with other women when he and Miss Helen had been temporarily broken up, Gerry had not come anywhere except in his own hand for thirty-seven of his fifty-six years, either with Helen or Keri. Although Gerry had been quite the cocksman between ages twelve and nineteen, since then he'd probably forgotten how to fuck anything. His closest experiences came when Keri had forced him to squirt by humping the dining room floor.

Keri smiled, watching Gerry's red face. “Honey, you aren't made for that manly stuff. Also, there's the question of your behavior a few weeks ago.” Gerry hung his head. “I know you have apologized profusely for interrupting me and my client, but Giles was very affected by your blustering, though he did enjoy your pleasuring his wee-wee.” Gerry blushed harder. “And the nice jewelry you've given me from Tiffanys —God we go there every week now, don't we?—since then has helped in apology…but the fact is.” Kerri began juggling Gerry's balls with one hand, and pulling his shaft slightly with the other—“You just aren't disciplined enough, and your training has suffered.

“We'll still have our time together, “ Keri continued, as she played with a vein connecting Gerry's shaft to the scrotum.”I'll still tease you…whenever I like. But I won't have as much time for that anymore…and Bill says you don't need all that teasing. He says you need to do more and behave better without all those rewards. He thinks I let you cum too often—I know , it was sixteen months before the last one, and seven months since—but Bill thinks you are a spoiled sex addict. He wants to train you to be a better boy…a firm hand is what you nee—especially now that you and I are getting married.. all that commitment, you know..” Gerry sobbed as Kerri tweaked his glans and did a few strokes along the shaft. “You won't be able to share the master bedroom with me any more…Bill will sleep there. He says he thinks you should sleep in the basement, on the floor, but we'll discuss that later.

Don't cry, honey…I've needed some help with you for a while And really” Keri smiled. “How is a one hundred ten pound little baby girl supposed to control a 220 pound attack-dog lawyer and  rugby player?” Gerry rolled his eyes. She'd done it well enough  so far.

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 Keri's long French nails stroked the tip of Packer's cock, and trailed up and down his purple vein, before stroking the sensitive area just below the glans vigorously. Packer bit his tongue, he was shaking all over, his arms and legs pulling helpessly in their four-point restraint on the punishment table .  Unlike Keri's boys who she would tease until just before they came, Packer was a control slave. Keri would try to make Packer cum…he was teased, tormented and tortured, and he'd get oh, so close, but he so far, hadn't let loose…the punishment for these sins were serious. Keri grinned, and tickled Packer's balls. She was wearing a little blue T-shirt, and her breasts were prominent beneath it, and they seemed to pull the shirt up over her pants, exposing her navel prominently. “C'mon, Packer…” Keri crooned. “Are you going to squirt in Keri's palm?” Keri rubbed Packer's shaft with vigor and Packer bit his lip watching the French nails dance across the shaft. “Oh, Gertie's going to be proud of you.” Keri smiled.

. Keri had picked him up at the airport and driven him back to his place—she had been house sitting for him while he was gone. He'd never guessed that house sitting was part of her program in filling his special needs, but, as she said “ I  don't get to stay in houses this big very often.” When they'd gotten back, Keri had helped Packer to put his stuff away, and then asked him how he'd been—he admitted that he'd had nasty thoughts and lustful desires about stewardesses and young girls in crop-tops Rollerblading around San Marco Square during his stay in Venice.

Keri had ordered Packer to strip naked and she'd  removed his chastity belt. It seemed that everyone had a key to that belt but Packer. Gertrude had contacts all around the world---women who Packer would drop in on, and they'd unlock him, tease him for a bit, and then lock him right back up again, to go to his next destination. Madam Solozzo in Venice had been incredibly stimulating, and Gertrude had even bribed a stewardess on Packer's private jet to unlock him in the bathroom, and give him a quick, extensive stroking before locking him back up and turning him over to Keri.

After Keri had clothes and chastity belt off, she tied him face down on the punishment table in his basement. Using  a series of  willow  switches that she'd had soaking in the bathtub all afternoon, Keri had made Packer repent rather loudly for his carnal sins of the heart. After she'd drawn blood, Keri turned Packer around and re-strapped him to the bed, and begun quickly stroking.

 Packer was an unusual client for Keri, as he actually had a wife-mistress who lived in Packer's Manhattan apartment…Packer couldn't wait to get home to Gertrude, she'd promised him that he could cum when he got back---IF he could jerk off with his left hand in less than four minutes. Packer was terribly horny. Gertrude was more generous with Packer's chances for orgasm than Keri ever was with Gerry. Packer got a chance to jack off once a month… but they were chances…and he had to earn them.

When Packer and Gertrude had lived in the Bethesda house together, once Packer was told to jerk off in front of the picture window. Being campaign manager to a  gubernatorial candidate at the time, Packer quietly forfeited his right to cum that month. Gertrude was much easier on Packer the next month, letting him quietly jerk off in the privacy of his den, but wearing sandpaper gloves. Another time Packer was forced to do sit-ups to the point that he could auto- fellate himself…that was a tough one. Packer had had to do daily crunches  and sit-ups for nearly six months before he could get his dick in his mouth, and then another four before he made himself cum there…ten months of chastity. In the last year,

Packer had had a very difficult time, as Gertrude kept giving him time limits, and it was hard to jerk off in five minutes when you'd been stuffed with cum from excessive teasing…at least in Packer's case.

Gertrude put Packer through excessive CBT if he had an unauthorized orgasm, so Packer had become very good at holding back, but it was hell. Constantly Packer was being teased by his wife or his various “managers” in different states and cities around the world, and he wasn't allowed to cum.  Gertrude also allowed Packer to screw her, but he had to pull out before anything “wet” happened.

Once or twice Gertrude had hired six hundred dollar near-model level call girls to give Packer slurpy blowjobs, sometimes for nearly an hour. Packer had to hold  his orgasm back. So then when Gertrude had ordered him to cum within ten minutes three months ago, jerking with his left hand, Packer had been somewhat inhibited…and he hadn't made it within the allotted time. Next month she shortened it to five minutes, and he had to jerk with his left hand while she caned his butt…and now he had to do it in three and a half minutes…but he hoped he'd be ready then, and that he wouldn't cum now ..it was so tempting.

Keri, alive with sweat from the three hour stroking, took off her shirt, showing a lacy pink bra, with the tops of her breasts looking like opaque basketballs, Packer thought. Keri poured lots of lube over Packer's crotch and began pumping heavily and quick and fast…when Keri was dealing with a client who was trying to cum, she would alternate quick and fast with slow, slow strokes, to keep him from spurting, but Gertrude had promised Keri a three hundred dollar bonus added to her fee of a grand if she could get Packer to cum…so Keri went at it. Packer had to be careful, the last time he came without permission, Ms.Gertrude had put some kind of  itching powder in his chastity belt, and locked it up for a week, followed by a week of Ben-Gay in the belt.

Keri pumped wildly, and Packer closed his eyes for a moment and groaned…then finally she slowed down, and he opened them, and Keri flashed a nipple at him, pulling down her bra cup swiftly. This was so hard for Packer. He loved Gertrude, but she was in her fifties, and Keri was so much more attractive. It would infuriate Gertrude if Packer had an orgasm here when he was so successful at withholding them at home, as if to imply Gertrude was too wrinkled to give him one.

Keri stroked faster…Packers cock jumped and bucked, and he tried to move his hips away from her magical hands, but he was tightly bound to the four bolt holders of the hard metal table, each of his limbs stretched way out. Keri kept on, Packer watching her jiggling breasts in their lacy balcony…He was so close…but then he remembered another time when he'd cum without permission in the hands of a domme in Tokyo, and when Gertrude had discovered it, she'd jammed Packer's wee-wee in a jar of angry wasps. He'd nearly been hospitalized that time. He by some miracle was able to keep from cumming …he watched Keri's tits, and her long fingernails across his foreskin…remember the wasps…Keri flashed another nipple at Packer, and rubbed a thumb along his frenulum . Maybe it was worth it to cum…no ,  Remember back in '98 when Gert caught you masturbating and attached the jumper cables?...hold back…remember the stapler? Hold back…Keri tickled Packer's balls and went on, but finally Packer seemed to prevail. Although he was still hard as marble, she could tell that he was determined not to cum.

Finally Keri stopped stroking Packer in exhaustion. “Well, I am proud of you, Packer.” She climbed off the table and put her T-shirt back on, it somehow emphasized the curve of her breasts even more prominently.

“You have amazing self-control…Gertrude is going to be so proud of you...I don't know why she puts you in a chastity belt at all.” Keri picked up the last willow switch, the others had all broken on Packer's ass, and looked at it meditatively. “Gerry, my fiancée, just came without permission about two days ago.” She looked at Packer, who felt some pride at his self control. It was amazing how he could endure this sort of thing, but he kept the punishments down…he was aroused by CBT, but he was also terrified of it, and the strength not to cum, rewarded him in this way. “You know, Packer, I was so mad at Gerry, he'd only been celibate nine months—he came in my hand, and this isn't the first time.”

Keri began tapping the willow switch against Packer's engorged, purple penis, streaming with pre-ejaculate. “It was sad—he didn't even enjoy cumming , as he was so filled with fear over his punishment, which of course followed immediately.” Keri tapped Packer's cock a little harder with the willow switch. Keri sighed. “If Gerry had just waited, I was going to let him cum in me for the first time on our wedding night. It was supposed to be a surprise “ Keri hit the tip of Packer's glans lightly, and Packer winced.” “Gerry  would've not cum for a year  then, and it was going to be such a nice reward, getting his first squirtie in a year, with real sex, and I'm a demon in bed, Packer” Packer's cock got bigger with no hand stimulation. Keri shook her head. “I had to punish Gerry quite severely…so I whipped his cock with a switch very much like this one.” Keri began tapping even faster on Packer's cock.

 “In case you had some idea about cumming ,” Keri said, tapping rapidly on the glans , “ I think I should give you a demonstration of what a cock whipping from Keri is like.”

Packer grew alarmed. “ But  Miss Keri, I didn't cum. You teased and jerked me for three hours and I didn't…you don't have to show me the punishment, I was good—OW!” Keri whacked Packer's cock quite hard. “I know, Packer, but you might just get some ideas.” Keri looked stern. “This will just let you know what you'll get if you cum against the will of me and your Gertrude.”

Keri whacked Packer's cock, right on the glans again. She had amazing aim, it didn't travel across the cock at all—right on the tip. Keri struck again, and Packer screamed. Packer's cock was so hard, from all of Keri's stroking, and slick with precum and lubricant, and the willow switch of course was wet also…it was terribly painful…Packer thought perhaps he was being bull whipped, this hurt so much.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Packer screamed and cried as the switch hit his glans again and again, before Keri stopped.  “Are you all right, dear?” Keri asked in honeyed tones. Packer gasped and huffed. “Miss Keri, you're blistering the head of my penis, ma'am…please.” Keri looked carefully at the bruised glans , and nodded. “How right you are, Packer.” Keri unlocked  Packer's leg irons and re-connected his legs to the same bolts that held his arms, leaving Packer's butt up in the air, and his cock standing straight out, the balls hanging loose. Keri strapped a cock ring around the base of the scrotum, pushing the organs out from Packer's uplifted groin. Packer's testicles were huge and thus a good target, as his  scrotum was very swollen from months of semen backlog, and  Keri pulled the balls up over Packer's legs.

Keri backed off, picked up the switch and hit Packer five times on his exposed balls. “Why, what are you doing?” Packer screamed, tears running down his face. He could no longer see Keri hitting him, with the legs jacked over his face, so he couldn't emotionally prepare himself for it. “You asked me to stop hitting you on the tip of your cock, so I'm variating .” Keri smiled, and exercised her arm a few more times before her cell phone rang. Keri picked up the phone and said “Hello? Oh, Bill. Hold on.” Keri moved over to the bolts connecting Packer's wrists and ankles. She pushed Packer's cock until it was close to his mouth. “Suck” Keri ordered. Packer sighed, and opened his mouth and began fellating himself, just as Gertrude had taught him.

 “I'm going to be on the phone for a while, Packer, so  I want you to suck your cock til it's really hard again…it seems to have wilted a bit from my efforts. I am going to talk on the phone. If I see you let go of your cock, let it out of your mouth at all, I am going to give you the willow, and Gertrude has given me permission to horsewhip you if you cum in your mouth.. so I suggest you suck slowly.” Packer made some noises, indicating that he would do as she said, and please don't punish him further. Keri walked over to an easy chair near the punishment table and picked up the phone.

Bill DiMartino leaned against the couch, and watched Gerry jump up and down. Gerry had been wearing a pink dress, but this had been discarded, as had the cock cage. Gerry would never dare masturbate with Bill around…he was too distracted for that right now, anyway. Bill laughed. He waited for Keri to sign on again, the phone crooked next to his ear. He was hoping that Keri's session would last a while, as he wanted to lock Gerry in the closet and go downtown—he had a date with a nice vanilla girl with a huge inheritance. The other night at La Tomate , Candace had confessed that she sometimes fantasized about being hit with a belt, and as far as Bill was concerned, this was a message from God.

 Bill's cousin Santino was a monk at the seminary near Catholic University , and Bill had a monthly engagement there as well. Bill would come see Sanny , strip him, whip him ,  and then Bill would allow Sanny to give him a tongue bath and several blowjobs before he'd take off his cousin's chastity belt, and then masturbate Sanny by squeezing the heel of his boot into the head of Sanny's cock. Then the belt was put back on for another thirty days of celibacy at Sanny's job doing P.R. at the John  Paul II Cultural Center . Bill—Homosexual? Heterosexual?  For Gillaume Tattaglia Dimartino Jr., sexual preference was generally a case of whatever came through the door first.

“Please Sir” Gerry was dancing about madly. “Please give me the key to the bathroom…” Bill grinned. Since Gerry's unfortunate spooge two days ago, Keri had kept him on a punishment schedule with dire situations only known to her peculiar imagination. Gerry had had to write a thousand times “I will not have unauthorized orgasms” writing one letter in pencil, then one letter ink. (“I will not ..” took Gerry at least a minute and a half) Then yesterday, she'd had Bill give Gerry an ice cold enema, and made him hold it while running on a treadmill.

And today was the worst—Keri had fed Gerry two pitchers of  iced tea, and then locked the keys to the bathroom up…one drop of urine would be a very uncomfortable situation for Gerald Morin, LLD, J.D. Keri had instructed Bill to give it to Gerry hard if he  dropped anything on the floor and the carpet, and she'd also slipped a little Ex-lax in Gerry's cocoa that morning. “Please, Sir…please let me go to the bathroom.”

“I just can't take holding it in ..” Gerry's tears were streaming all over his face. “I am trying to, but it's been soo long. “ Gerry pulled his legs together. Bill took another toke and then picked up a pitcher of water and began pouring it slowly into the glass, and Gerry burst into tears further, gritting his teeth against releasing.  Between the semen backload and his near-infected bladder, this was almost too much. His right hand was swollen from writing sentences for days and days…

“Don't you have sentences to finish?” Bill grinned at Gerry, who appeared to be doing a Native American tribal dance right outside the lavatory door. “Chief Gerry” Bill said, laughing. “Keri said you could wee-wee after you finished your thousand sentences…where are you on that, slave-boy? Bill took a hit of his joint, and leaned into the phone to hear Keri coming back. Gerry leaned his arm against the wall outside the bathroom, and cinched his buttcheeks together to keep from dropping a Hershey squirt, and prayed that nothing come out of his urine filled penis. “I'm up to eight hundred and seventy-three sentences, Sir.” Gerry bit his tongue.

 “It was much easier after you let me just write in ink, instead of alternating with pencil. Thank you.” Bill laughed. “Well, I'm going to ask Miss Keri what she thinks… hello? ” Bill leaned into the phone. “Yes, Keri…Gerry wants to pee. He's done eight hundred fifty sentences or so ..” “Eight hundred seventy-three, sir!” Bill looked evilly at Gerry. “Did you interrupt me, Gerald? Your Master is on the phone.”  Gerry dropped to his knees on the wood floor and put his head on the ground. “I'm soo sorry ..please …” Bill laughed. “What? He's been locked out of the bathroom for five hours—since eight a.m …” Bill nodded.

“Keri says if you can finish up to nine hundred sentences, you can go to the bathroom, Gerald…I would stand while I wrote them…” Gerry put his knees together. “I can't write…I can't move…” Bill related this to Keri. “She says you are trying to manipulate me, Gerald…Keri, I really don't want him to ..yeah . I mean, I had to hose him off in the back yard last week, it was truly disgusting.” Bill listened. There was noise on the other line. “ Packer  just came in his own mouth?” Bill was delighted. “Won't Gertrude be mad…you get a bonus now. He's trying to bribe you not to tell ?” Bill laughed, and said goodbye to Keri. Bill looked severely at Gerry, and threw the key, and Gerry lunged for it. “Miss Keri says that you can go to the bathroom before finishing your sentences, but I am going to give you fifty with the large wooden paddle.” Gerry nodded gratefully, and opened the bathroom door.

Eight minutes later, Gerry came hesitantly into the room, dropped to his knees and put his head on the floor in front of Bill DiMartino . Bill was much more formal than Keri in these matters, and insisted on this form of address when Gerald greeted him. Bill was very strict—Gerry had given Bill a job as a mail clerk at his firm, and assigned Bill to his floor. Bill brought his mail cart around to Gerry's office three times a day for deliveries of  faxes , Federal Express packages, and of course, mail. Usually Bill didn't see Gerry personally, as Gerry was now a managing partner with a huge office and two paralegals two secretaries, and a receptionist, but at least once every two days ,  Bill would tell Mrs. Hawkins,  Gerry's receptionist that he had something for Gerry to sign, and  he'd go into Gerry's office, and close the door.

Usually, Bill would just have Gerry give him a quick blowjob, and sometimes he'd kick the managing attorney in the balls, but at least twice a month, Bill and Gerry would have a heavier scene when Bill came in to have Gerry “sign the paper.”

 If Gerry had a client, Bill would have Gerry sign some piece of mail, and go down stairs, waiting for Gerry to buzz him back up. But if Gerry was alone, or could dismiss his client, once he and Bill were in the room alone, things changed. Gerry would strip to his chastity belt and touch his head on the floor, rise, and then bend over the arm of his couch and then Bill would put a leather gag in Gerry's mouth cuff Gerry's hands and whip Gerry silently with a  car radio  arial that they kept  in a closet in the office. Bill had a great arm with a car arial , having used them in gang wars when he was a tough kid on Division Street in Chicago , and it was interesting to watch Gerry contort…were it not for his gag and the police handcuffs, Gerry would've screamed and run out into the hall way of the firm, yelling bloody murder. Bill couldn't have this, it would've messed up the mailroom job, which was a great slacker environment.

Bill would stop switching Gerry's buttocks and thighs when he drew blood,   and then he'd help Gerry off the couch arm and to the floor, where Gerry would roll about in agonized silence, his hands still trapped behind him, until finally his pain had subsided. Then he would pull himself over to where Bill was sitting on the couch, and Bill would unlock Gerry's chastity belt, masturbate Gerry to a full erection, and then hit his penis and balls ten or fifteen times. Gerry could only take a few of these, as opposed to the fifty on his behind. But even then, Bill would have to cuff Gerry's ankles together, to keep Gerry from rolling over on the carpet.

After this, Bill would rub his Doc Marten work boots around on Gerry's cock and balls as Gerry moaned behind his gag…Bill would alternate between stroking Gerry's penis gently with the boots, and then harder, stabbng with the heel…finally, just before Gerry would cum, Bill would kick him sharply in the nuts and then put the belt back on. Then Bill would unlock Gerry's wrist and ankle cuffs and have Gerry give Bill a blow job and a rim-job. Often Bill would do a number 2 in the bathroom, and not wipe well…he would have Gerry lick him out, with Gerry on his knees, his hands massaging and gently pulling Bill's asscheeks apart as he licked out the full rectum..

Then Bill would take a clean pair of jockey shorts out of a file cabinet in Gerry's office and put them on, while Gerry dressed, and then return to his mail duties. During the entire time in Gerry's office, during punishment, and fellatio, they said not a word to each other… Mrs Hawkin's ears were tuned for words, if not for the sound of the car ariel .

After Bill had watched Gerry's head touch the floor for a bit, he motioned Gerry to crawl across his lap. Bill lifted his wooden paddle, tapping it lightly on Gerry's bottom before the onslaught. “Gerry ..” Bill looked down at his prone, naked slave, who was trembling. “Are you glad I'm in your life, Gerry… ” “Yes sir.” “And that's why at your wedding…” Gerry coughed. “I've asked you to be my best man.” Just before the first blow struck, Bill DiMartino thought about how great it was to have Gerry Morin as his best friend.

END OF BOOK II