A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 1: A Subtle Beginning.

‘I am concerned that you are finding it difficult to discharge your obligations!’

Candace Bergman looked up from the document in her delicate hands to examine the young man standing before her.

He was dressed in navy blue ill fitting suit and cheap shoes. It was the best outfit in his wardrobe and he hoped that Ms Bergman did not notice the gravy stain on the tie. In any case, he kept the jacket buttoned to disguise the small but noticeable green-grey blemish.

She studied him carefully. A young man, fit and in his prime with testosterone bubbling through his veins and yet he was nervous and anxious in her company.

For a fleeting moment, the imagined vision of a stiff, circumcised cock flashed before her eyes – straining, purplish with distended veins as it fought to ejaculate, hungered for relief.

Delicious, but don’t become side-tracked!

She shifted a little in her chair and squeezed her thighs together.

Ms Bergman watched the young man twitch and she smiled softly at the silvery sheen of perspiration on the young man’s upper lip and the darting nervous eyes.

Hiding her smile, she dropped her eyes back to the contract, allowing a full minute of silence to exert more pressure on the young man, before swivelling the document around and pointing at it with an immaculate burnished red fingernail.

‘This is your signature, is it not?’

‘Ah, yes, it is. Ms Bergman, I know I have missed a payment,’ he rushed, ‘but I will repay…’

‘No, William,’ she said calmly, ‘you have not just missed a payment, you have defaulted! A man signs a document and gives his word to fulfil the obligations. That is what a man does! Are you a man, William?’

William fought the crushing wave of anxiety that almost overwhelmed him and struggled for an answer. However, it appeared the woman who held so much power of him did not even require an answer.

Ms Bergman stood up and walked to the large window behind her desk. This window did not offer an expensive view of upper class real estate, prized by other people of wealth. No, this window looked down on the busy floor of the large department store owned by Candace Bergman!

Bergmans catered for the rich and offered only items from the most exclusive labels! You could purchase anything from Bergmans – if you had the money!

There were only three Bergman stores – London, New York and Berlin. All exclusive and all very, very expensive!

William Jones nervously waited. He could only wait; there was nothing else for him to do.

There was no doubt he felt small and inadequate in such a salubrious office. The desk was large and quite old. It was said a Pope had once owned the cherry panelled desk with its ornate drawers and shelves. Some of the employees of Bergmans whispered that Ms Bergman had more power and wealth than any Pope, past or present!

As usual, Ms Candace Bergman was the epitome of elegance. She wore a pencil line skirt that touched the bottom of each nylon sheathed knees. That skirt and matching jacket was designed specially for Candace by the Italian designer Moralldo. No other woman in the world could wear it until Candace Bergman had tired of it. The Moralldo new season line was then released to the public, only through Bergmans, of course, and society dames rushed to order it so, in their mind’s eye, they could look as beautiful and elegant as Candace Bergman. The skirt alone would cost a mere thirty five thousand dollars as only one outfit was made in each size.

Candace’s eyes narrowed as she studied the performance of the shop assistants on the sparkling floor beneath her. They all knew she was above them and that she was prone to study them at any time.

The shop assistants were all blonde and female. Every new assistant progressed through stringent testing before being allowed to serve on the floor. The first time they were permitted to walk onto the gleaming marble floors, they were told, ‘Ms Bergman’s office is directly above us and she often looks down. Whatever you do, never, ever look up! Never!’

William fought the urge to loosen his shirt collar as he waited for Ms Bergman to turn.

Finally, she did and pressed a button on her desk.

The disembodied voice of her personal assistant immediately sounded from the intercom.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

‘Do we have a new girl in the perfumery, Elaine?’

There was a small pause and then, ‘yes, Ms Bergman. Is there a problem?’

‘She’s spraying all customers with the new Dior! Please have her be more selective.’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman. I’ll handle it immediately!’

Candace looked up at William and smiled thinly.

She was, William thought, a beautiful woman even though she was old.

As William was only twenty four years of age, he thought that thirty eight was old!

Candace Bergman had the three elements of an extremely potent and lethal concoction – beauty, wealth and intelligence. What’s more, she also had a complete lack of morals. Morality was for the poor!

‘Do you understand what I am saying, William?’

‘Ah, no, not really, Ms Berg…’

‘You have broken the contract, the contract you willingly entered into.’

‘I know, Ms Bergman,’ he said miserably, ‘but work is difficult to find…’

‘I’m sure you have an excuse for everything you do in your sad life, William, but I really do not wish to hear all the boring details.’

She sat down behind the desk and frowned as she read the contract.

‘You damaged my garden wall, did you not?’

William had “borrowed” his step-father’s car and after a few drinks had lost control on the wet streets. He had been visiting Robyn, a girl he had met at a club, (apparently, she came from a very wealthy family).

William had clumsily kissed her and then she had smilingly pushed him away with the lingering promise of more to come. Driving home in his step-father’s car, cock hard in his faded blue jeans and distracted by the scent of Robyn’s perfume and the touch of her lips, the car had skidded on the slippery, winding road.

‘You rammed the wall, did you not?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ he said miserably.

‘The quotes I compiled for the repairs indicated a sum of five hundred dollars. You agreed to pay me that sum and I agreed I would not report you to the police. Is that not correct?’

‘Ah, yes Ms Bergman.’

Why did she have to go over the details again? William knew he was in a tight spot and her aristocratic, plumy British accent accentuated her cold power.

‘You have made just two payments and defaulted on the third.’

‘I’m sorry, Ms Bergman but I don’t have a job…’

‘Spare me details, William. I have your signed confession, I should call the police immediately. By the way, does your step-father know it was you who stole his car?’

William shook his head.

‘I see. Then much will be revealed once the police are aware of your circumstances.’

‘Please, Ms Bergman, please don’t…’

‘I don’t see any other way out, William…’

‘I will do anything…’

That was exactly what Candace wanted to hear but she kept the happy smile of victory from her beautiful face.

‘You may go, William,’ Ms Bergman said calmly, ‘and I will consider my options. I must warn you that, at this stage, I believe informing to authorities to be the only option. Return at 5:00PM for my decision.’

Despondently, William turned and walked over the lush carpet to the door.

‘And William…’

He turned, hopeful she had changed her mind.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Take the time to clean your tie. I find stains on any apparel to be quite disgusting. That will be all, you may go.’

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Story continues in Part 2: Fulfilment of Obligation – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.cafeboudoir.com

(This rare, free story will be published in its entirety only on BDSM Library as a gift to the many fans of Ms Diaz)

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 2: Fulfilment of Obligation.

Deeply depressed, William rode the elevator down and then stepped into the hustle and bustle of the main floor of Bergmans. Marble floors, glittering modern display cabinets and beautifully groomed shop assistants smiled solicitously at their wealthy customers under the tasteful lighting.  Immediately, William felt uncomfortable and completely out of his depth.

The cool, aloof shop assistants studied him as he nervously walked through the glittering, artistically designed display counters, hurrying towards the imposing gold engraved entrance and escape.

Jewellery, perfume, hosiery, shoes, handbags, furs, clothing and, closer to the main entrance, intimate apparel.

One of the shop assistants winked at her companion and stepped forward, her large breasts enticingly shrouded in the tight ribbed wool of her designer black uniform.

‘Can I help you, sir?’

Red faced, Williams glanced at the array of delicate lacy under things and mumbled, ‘n…no….no…t…thanks…’

Desperately, he burst through the front doors past the uniformed doorman as the two shop assistants giggled.

Convinced he was facing the police and prison, William wandered the city for hours, his mind a nervous, confused blancmange. After sitting in the park for sometime, he walked to his step-brother’s apartment where William let himself in with the copy of the key he had made. It was just habit that made him steal the key and copy it but now, he decided to use it at last as a mild act of independence before prison. William knew that Edwin, his step-brother would not be home – Edwin would be putting in another twelve hour day at the brokers, making millions - so William slumped on the sofa and watched mindless television for a for a brain numbing period.

Could he just run away?

How would he do that without money?

Jason Harridan, William’s stepfather was wealthy but did not give his newly acquired step-son any of that wealth. Perhaps he knew William better than he revealed, knew of his step-son’s shady dealing, but that, of course, was not what he told his wife.

‘He has to find his own way, Elsie,’ he had said to William’s mother who just docilely accepted her husband’s verdict. After all, there were new dresses to buy, luncheons to be had and life was good as the almost fading trophy wife of a billionaire.

Sighing, William raided his step-brother’s closet for a new tie and carefully let himself out after making sure there were no signs he had been inside the apartment. Edwin was a little funny about things like that and had a terrible temper that was explosive and cruel in nature.

William arrived at Bergmans at four-forty five and rode the elevator upstairs. Cautiously, he approached the desk of Ms Bergman’s assistant.

Elaine coolly watched the young man approach. 

Here he comes, the lamb to the slaughter.

‘You can wait over there,’ she said with a disdainful wave at the sofa, not even waiting for his mumbled greeting.

William mumbled thanks and perched on the edge of the immaculate leather sofa to wait.

Time passed and he became increasingly nervous.

At twenty past five, the office door opened.

‘You can go in now,’ Elaine said without even looking up from her computer screen.

William shuffled in to face his fate, ready to throw himself upon the mercy of Ms Bergman. However, he honestly did not expect any mercy. Even he had vaguely heard of her reputation as a woman of ruthless determination.

Respectfully, he waited until Ms Bergman swivelled the desk chair around to face him. She looked him up and down.

‘A much better tie,’ Candace commented. ‘It looks rather expensive. Did you steal it?’

‘Ah…no…not really…Ms Bergman…’

‘Not really? Interesting.’

Abruptly, Candace stood up and moved to a brass statue that stood on a small round glass table. It depicted a naked man wrestling a large, fat snake.

‘I enjoy art,’ she said and William did not know what to say. Art, to him, was what rich people hung in their homes.

‘Art is a delicate balance, William,’ Candace purred, ‘a balance between life and imagination. Take this statue. At first glance it appears to be a striking portrayal of a fight to the death between two creatures – man and a python.’

She looked at him and William blinked nervously, not really sure what to do, what to say.

‘Step closer, William. You can’t see from over there!’ Her voice sounded vaguely irritated so, quickly, he moved closer and looked down at the statue, smelling her rich, exotic perfume as she moved to stand beside him.

‘But it’s more than just a man and a snake fighting. Do you see more, Williams?’

‘Ah…no…not really. It’s good, though,’ he hopefully added. ‘The snake looks like  one tough mother…’

‘Tough? How discerning of you, William. Does it measure up to the illustrations in the comic books you probably prefer to read?’

William flushed at her sarcasm but said nothing.

‘The snake symbolises his penis, William, and his sexual desire. He is wrestling with himself. Do you see that?’

His penis? His cock? This is nuts!

Blushing, William stammered, ‘ah…if you say so, Ms Bergman…’

‘You are a little slow, aren’t you, William. Is that why your step-father does not give you any of his funds?’

Stunned by the sudden turn of the conversation, William grappled with his thoughts, labouring to form the correct words.

‘He doesn’t like me,’ William found himself confessing.

‘Poor William,’ she teased, turning back to her desk. ‘I suppose you care what he thinks? Silly question really, as all young people care what people think. Do you think you are handsome, William?’

He blushed again, slightly shaken by her method of switching from one topic to another.

‘H…handsome, Ms Bergman? Ah…I dunno…’

‘Don’t know, not dunno! English is a language to be savoured. Do you have a girlfriend?’

‘Sort of…’

‘Sort of? Interesting. What is the name of this “sort of” girlfriend?’

‘Robyn…’

‘Does she think you’re handsome?’

‘I’m…I’m not sure, Ms Bergman…’William stammered, confused.

‘I assume you don’t discuss these weighty matters in your “sort of” relationship because you just fuck like rabbits before watching reality TV while chewing gum?’

William blinked rapidly, somewhat shocked by the sudden profanity and her calm manner.

‘Ah…’

‘For goodness sakes, you’re not actually a virgin, are you?’

William’s face exploded into white hot heat and he felt his shame rise in his throat.

‘Not…not really,’ he mumbled, not knowing where to look.

‘Not really,’ she mocked, a cruel, metallic smile flickering over her lips. ‘The gentlemen in prison would enjoy you, William, as I would say you could even be pretty with the correct assistance.’

William shivered at her tone and hung his head, waiting for the end of this somewhat surprising conversation

The silence was heavy until Ms Bergman spoke.

‘I have an offer for you.’

He lifted his head.

‘I require a male model for a month. It will require living in my residence and completely following my directions. No disobedience will be accepted. At the end of the month, I will return your written confession and consider you have met your financial obligation. Are you interested?’

‘M…male model?’

‘I create certain artistic tableaux for selected friends. You will be available to model and to perform other tasks as I see fit. It will be for exactly thirty days.’

‘W…what would I have to do?’

‘Everything I say, William. I thought I said that. Do you have a hearing impairment?’

‘Ah…no…but what would…’

‘I can see by your procrastination that you do not wish to avail yourself of this once in a lifetime opportunity, William. That is a pity.’

Ms Bergman pressed the intercom and said, ‘get me the police, Elaine. Make it the Commissioner. I met him at a charity do last spring.’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman.’

Candace turned to look down on the trading floor, watching a well known society matron selecting lingerie.

Must be for her to wear for that French toy boy she has stashed in that Soho apartment.

The intercom buzzed as an intense wave of panic broke over William.

Prison!

He couldn’t!

All those stories about rape and forced to be someone’s bitch! He couldn’t!

‘I have Commissioner Jenkins on line two, Ms Bergman.’

‘Thank you, Elaine.’

Candace Bergman looked at the sweating William.

‘Please,’ he whimpered, ‘please, no…’

‘No? I’m afraid “no” is not a word I accept applies to me, William.’ Her hand moved to the Bang & Olufsen telephone that had been specially designed for her in Denmark by that company.

‘Please,’ he begged, his shirt soaked in sweat. ‘Please don’t. I’ll do it.’

‘Do what, William?’ Ms Bergman asked coolly, hand poised on the telephone.

‘I’ll do what you want! I’ll be the bloody model…anything…I will!’

She smiled and pointed a finger at a document on the desk. A gold pen lay next to it. ‘There is our agreement. Sign it!’

Hurriedly, he picked up the pen and scribbled his signature and Ms Bergman smiled as she picked up the telephone.

‘Commissioner, how wonderful to speak to you. I was wondering if you would attend one of my artistic soirees? That’s wonderful. I’ll send details to your assistant.’

William stood with his head hanging as Candace disconnected the call.

‘The thirty days will commence from tomorrow evening,’ she said, carefully folding the document William had just signed. ‘You will be here at five and Elaine will direct you to the car park where you will wait for me. You will not require personal effects as everything will be provided. That will be all.’

Slowly, William dragged his feet to the door but stopped when she called, ‘William?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’ William mumbled.

‘There is no point informing anyone of our arrangement. A confidentiality clause is in the document you just signed.’

He nodded and slowly walked out.

Elaine watched the dejected young man press the elevator button.

This will be interesting, she thought, Ms Bergman certainly knows how to pick them!

She turned to her computer and called up a photograph of a tableau Ms Bergman had arranged for a recent charity dinner as the elevator arrived. William sadly stepped inside and the doors closed.

Yes, Elaine smiled to herself, this one will be interesting.

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Story continues in Part 3: A Cutting Moment – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.cafeboudoir.com

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 3: A Cutting Moment.

William walked back to his small one room flat, his head spinning with what had just occurred.

No police!

Not going to prison!

He was, of course, happy to avoid prison but there was something about Ms Candace Bergman that made William wary. He had survived families and the streets long enough to recognise a ruthless person when he saw one.

And there was no doubt in William’s mind that she was ruthless and that made her scary!

‘She’s a crazy bitch,’ he muttered as he walked, ‘all that crap about snakes and cocks!’

He stopped and looked at himself in the reflection of a pawnbrokers window.

Am I handsome? Maybe this modelling shit might mean a new start for me, a way to make money!

As he let himself into his small flat, he thought about telling Robyn. It would give him an excuse to call her but remembered what Bergman had said about confidentiality. At this stage, he didn’t want to annoy Ms Bergman and make her rip up their deal. He had narrowly escaped prison and did not want to risk Bergman tearing up the agreement.

At that point, William wondered if he should have read the document.

Too late now!

‘Be nice to her,’ he told himself as he opened a beer, ‘do what the crazy bitch wants and wait. Who knows, I might be able to lift some things from her house!’

Buoyed with the thought of possible theft, William slumped on his threadbare sofa and watched television.

In the back of her sleek limousine, wrapped in an elegant fur coat, (she saw no reason why she could care about mere animals), Candace dreamed of art, imagination and pain. It was, she smiled to herself, a very delicate balance!

*****

Full of bravado in the sanctuary of his own small flat, William felt his courage dissipate the moment he stepped onto the gleaming marble floors of Bergmans!

Elaine smiled when she saw William, wearing the same suit he had worn the day before, appear nervously at her desk.

‘You’re punctual,’ Elaine said. ‘She likes that, so keep it up.’

She smirked at her sly innuendo but William didn’t catch the subtle meaning. Elaine registered that William, just like the others, was not terribly smart.

‘The car park is in the basement. It is a secure basement so after I send you down in the elevator, the only way out is with a pass key. Here, take this,’ Elaine said, offering a scented white envelope.

‘Wha…what is it?’ William asked.

It’s an envelope, moron, Elaine felt like saying but, instead she smiled and said ‘it is your instructions. You are to read them when you are in the basement.’

She saw the confusion in his eyes and could not resist asking, ‘you can read, can’t you?’

He grunted something and snatched the envelope.

‘I’ll use my key to send you down,’ Elaine said, summoning the elevator.

Nervously, William shuffled into the elevator car and, heart pounding, watched Elaine insert her key, press the basement button and removed her key.

‘Have a nice trip,’ Elaine smirked and waited until the elevator door closed.

Back at her desk, she pressed the intercom and said, ‘he’s on his way down, Ms Bergman.’

‘Is the camera feed operating, Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman, it’s on channel three.’

‘Thank you, Elaine.’

‘Ms Bergman…’ Elaine said hurriedly, finger holding the intercom button down.

‘Yes, Elaine?’ Ms Bergman replied, voice cool and a little distant.

Elaine felt her face grow warm but she had to ask.

‘Could…could I…watch?’

In her office, Candace smirked and waited a moment or two to draw out Elaine’s tension.

‘Yes, Elaine, you can watch.’

‘Thank you, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said huskily and hurried into Ms Bergman’s office.

*****

The elevator doors opened and William stared out uncertainly at the underground car park.

The elevator chimed and a robotic voice said, ‘basement car park. Please exit the car.’

William stayed where he was and, gripping the envelope Elaine had given him, peered onto the brightly lit car park.

‘Please exit the car!’

If an automatic, robotic voice could sound agitated and irritated, this was what it would sound like!

William stepped out of the car, the doors closed and he was alone in the vast underground car park.

Suddenly he heard music and a distinctive voice, loud and echoing in the vast car park, exotic vocals bouncing from concrete walls!

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.

Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

Of course, as a Led Zepplin fan, William recognised the music as “Kashmir1” and wondered where it was coming from.

A sleek car slid by, windows down and it was obvious the music was pounding from the stereo of the vehicle. The chauffer was white, cap askew, cigarette hanging from his thin lips and eyes focussed somewhere between the car park and Kashmir, visions of Robert Plant dancing in his stoned eyes while his thin hands pounded the steering wheel in a meaningless effort to keep time with Bonham.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

The car vanished and moments later, the pounding rhythm suddenly stopped and the silence was heavy.

A car door slammed and the pale faced youth appeared, walking towards the elevator. He tipped his cap and nodded to William with wary eyes.

‘Was’up, man?’

‘Hey,’ William said in a croaky voice.

‘You waiting for someone?’

The youth pressed the elevator button.

‘Nah. I mean, maybe.’

The youth smiled, looked William up and down before smiling.

‘Got you, dude! You go for it, man! You ride that rich pussy!’

The elevator arrived, the youth stepped in and pantomimed fucking with jerky hip movements until the doors closed.

Strangely, Williams could still hear Kashmir in his mind.

His fingers shook as he tore open the envelope. Glancing around the empty car park, he focused on the typewritten letter.

My car is parked in Bay 1. There is a metal garbage bin next to it and you will disrobe completely and put everything including personal effects (wallet, watch) into the garbage bin. Naked and with nothing, you will then get into the boot2 of the limousine, closing it behind you. There is no negotiation in this matter.

William stared at the letter in disbelief!

Take all my clothes off! She’s fucking insane!

For a moment, William considered walking away, of trying to find a way out of the car park. What stopped him was the knowledge that Ms Bergman would hand his confession to the police and probably urge the police to investigate William’s record.

That would not be good!

There were a few outstanding matters he did not want the police to become interested in.

Slowly, he walked through the underground car park, searching for Bay 1.

*****

Candace pointed at the monitor screen as the young man in the cap walked into the elevator.

‘And who is that idiot?’

Elaine peered at the grainy image.

‘The new chauffer for Mrs Billington-Smith; Mrs Billington-Smith is shopping in Intimate Apparel.’

‘My lord, Is she screwing that awful spotty man?’

‘I’m…I’m not sure, Ms Bergman…’

‘What on earth has happened to a simple thing like good taste!’

Candace sighed and studied the monitor screen that had silently risen from inside her desk top. Elaine stood beside her, also staring at the screen in breathless anticipation.

Eyes glinting, Candace looked at her and smiled softly.

‘I think, Elaine, you will see much better if you kneel beside me.’

Elaine flushed but carefully knelt, her knees pressing against the expensive carpet, hoping she would not ladder her pantyhose.

‘Good,’ Candace said sarcastically when they saw William reading the letter, ‘he can read!’

*****

William walked around the gleaming limousine and saw immediately the boot was open. The garbage bin was also there, just as the letter said.

The letter.

Disrobe completely!

William looked around the basement and knew he could probably not escape it without a security key.

He also understood that Ms Bergman would hand him to the police. The confession he had signed  was for a small accident, just a garden wall but the police would see his record. And his step-father would probably press charges for taking his precious car! And there were those unpaid fines as well as the thefts!

Stupid Edwin might even press charges for the bloody tie!

It suddenly occurred to William that Ms Bergman probably knew about his record and the outstanding matters the police would be very interested in.

She’s a real bitch!

He lifted the lid to the garbage bin and saw it was empty. However, there was a strong smell of petrol and William could see there was about three inches of liquid on the bottom of the bin.

Sighing, he began to take his clothes off. Completely naked, he stuffed everything – clothes, shoes, wallet, even Edwin’s tie – into the bin.

Nervously, he opened the boot, slid inside and closed the lid.

*****

Elaine stared up at the screen and Candace frowned at the image displaying a naked William.

‘Goodness, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly, staring at William’s large cock that hung over the young man’s plump balls, ‘he’s…he’s…’

‘I can see very well, Elaine! It appears he is not circumcised.’

Elaine looked up at Ms Bergman from her kneeling position.

‘He’s big though, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said earnestly. ‘It’s…’

‘His penis is more than adequate, Elaine but I insist on the head being visible at all time. I should never assume but I had hoped he was circumcised. It is a set back.’

‘It’s…it’s still a very nice one, Ms Bergman, I mean, it’s thick…’

‘And you seem to enjoy looking at it, Elaine.’

Elaine flushed and licked her lips.

Both women watched the screen until William vanished into the car boot.

‘Turn it off, Elaine,’ Candace said, standing up, ‘and get my coat!’

Elaine jumped to her feet, pressed buttons and the monitor screen slid noiselessly into the desk top. Rushing to the wardrobe, she returned with the fur coat and held it so Candace could slip into it.

‘Call Doctor Steerburg and have her come to my house tomorrow morning. She will need to be prepared, Elaine, for some minor surgery. Do you understand?’

‘I…I understand, Ms Bergman.’

‘And tell Bernard I am ready to go.’

Elaine hurried out to call the chauffer and the doctor while Candace touched up her lipstick.

‘Doctor Steerburg will be there at nine tomorrow, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly after completing the errands.

‘Excellent,’ Candace said, walking to the door.

She paused and looked at her assistant.

‘Elaine, I would be disappointed if you masturbated tonight.’

Elaine hung her head.

‘I…I know, Ms Bergman…it’s difficult…’

‘I expect you to have some control, Elaine. You are my personal assistant after all.’

Candace smiled when she saw Elaine’s face was now a deep red.

‘However, I do acknowledge that you have been working very hard.’

Elaine hopefully lifted her head.

‘So, if you exhibit self control this evening, you will be permitted to visit my residence tomorrow to watch Doctor Steerburg adapt our model.’

Elaine’s face burst into a large happy smile.

‘Oh, thank you, Ms Bergman. I won’t…won’t…’

‘Won’t what, Elaine?’ Ms Bergman asked a little impatiently.

‘I…I won’t touch myself tonight…’

‘See that you don’t, Elaine. I would be more than a little annoyed if you transgressed our agreement.’

Bernard, the chauffer, was waiting by Elaine’s desk and he respectfully followed Candace into the elevator.

Her high heels rapped loudly as she led the way through the echoing car park to the car and Bernard hurriedly opened the rear door for her. As she slid in, he glanced at her long legs, sheathed in gleaming Italian nylon.

‘When you have finished ogling my legs, Bernard, you can drop a lit match into the garbage bin. I would then like to get home as quickly as possible.’

‘Very good, Ma’am,’ Bernard said, flushing as he quickly closed the door. He then struck a match and dropped it into the garbage bin.

Moments later, the limousine drove through the car park, leaving the burning garbage bin behind.

The overhead sprinklers came on just as the limousine rolled through the exit and a few drops of water splattered onto the roof.

‘You will have to wash and polish the car tomorrow, Bernard,’ Ms Bergman said, flicking through a magazine, ‘I expect it has water marks on it now.’

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Story continues in Part 4: A Slice of Life – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.cafeboudoir.com

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1 Kashmir – Led Zepplin

2 Trunk - for our American cousins.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 4: A Slice of Life.

William looked out warily when Bernard popped the boot. He was confused and, not surprisingly, a little nervous as he felt very exposed and vulnerable.

Ms Bergman stood at the door that joined the four car garage with the main house and frowned at him.

‘Don’t dilly dally, William! Quickly, please! I do not have all evening!’

Shyly, William climbed out of the car and stood with his hands cupped around his genitals.

‘Oh, for goodness sakes! There is no point in hiding your assets if you are going to be a model! You look decidedly silly! Stand up properly and put your shoulders back!’

Bernard smirked at William and then quickly forced his face to become expressionless when Ms Bergman glanced at him. Bernard did not want to risk annoying Candace Berman! 

The chauffer immediately prior to Bernard had been with her for three years but she had still fired him instantly when she discovered bird droppings on the fender of the limo.

The last thing Bernard wanted was to lose such a well paid job. As a consequence he was paranoid about bird-shit and was always polishing the car.

Naked, William shyly followed Ms Bergman into the house. The hallway was huge with a staircase leading upstairs, a full sized bronze statute of a mermaid, furniture that looked remarkably old to William and many paintings on the various walls. The house smelled of discreet wealth!

The floor felt cool under his bare feet and he guessed it was marble like the floor in the main bathroom of his step-fathers house.

‘Come through, William,’ Candace Bergman said, leading the way.

Sheepishly, William followed her into a large living room. There were three small sofas clustered around a large fireplace and other sofas near the terrace doors. An imposing portrait of Candace hung over the fireplace.

William could not see a television set and wondered if the crazy woman even watched TV.

Ms Bergman dropped her coat, handbag and gloves on a coffee table and sat down.

Suddenly, an Asian woman in a black uniform appeared in the doorway and hurriedly scooped up the coat, handbag and gloves.

She glanced at the red faced William but remained expressionless as if it was normal to see a completely naked young man in Ms Bergman’s living room.

‘Good evening, Ms Bergman,’ the Asian woman said carefully, eyes down.

‘Good evening, Mai Ling,’ Candace said with a curt nod. ‘I will have dinner in fifty minutes.’

‘Very good, Ms Bergman.’

She scurried away with the clothes and Ms Bergman pointed at the sideboard.

‘Pour me a Sherry. The Sherry is in the crystal decanter.’

Candace sat down and watched the red faced, naked, William stumble over the floor to the antique walnut sideboard.

‘Not that one,’ Candace said when William picked up a jug. ‘Yes, that one!’

He doesn’t know the difference between a decanter and a jug!

‘Fill the glass to half and bring it here.’

Sheepishly, William offered the glass to Candace who casually took it from the naked young man while looking him up and down.

‘Stand there with your hands upright like you are Popeye showing off your muscles.’

‘I need some clothes!’ William grunted, hands moving again in front of his crotch.

‘Why?’ Candace asked icily after sipping Sherry. ‘Are you afraid you’ll shock me with your erection?’

Blushing furiously, William mumbled, ‘it ain’t right…’

‘Isn’t, not ain’t! When you are in this house, you will speak correctly. Now, what were you mumbling about?’

Anger bubbled within William but he guessed that she was trying to push him so he would rebel. That meant the police!

‘It isn’t right,’ he mumbled, ‘me being naked…’

‘I find it quite appealing,’ Candace said loftily. ‘Now, do the Popeye thing!’

Like a caged animal, William looked around but he knew there was no escape.

No clothes, no money and deep inside the house!

Face red, he moved his arms up and made his arm muscles bulge in a weak parody of a body builder. Humiliatingly, his cock began to stiffen.

Candace saw it and smirked.

‘You appear to be somewhat endowed.’

‘Huh?’

‘Not huh, William! Say Pardon!’

William glowered at the floor, arms still bent upwards and his cock now embarrassingly stiff.

‘Say it!’

‘Pardon,’ he mumbled, cock quivering.

‘Better. As I was saying, you seem to have a large penis especially when it is erect as it is now. I’m sure your supposed girlfriend may just be able to learn how to control it. What was her name again?’ Candace asked coolly.’

William swallowed and did not know where to look.

‘Robyn,’ he mumbled and Candace smiled at his embarrassment.

‘Yes, the size of your penis is acceptable. However, you are not circumcised, your testicles don’t really seem large enough for what I have in mind and you have a little too much body hair. We’ll attend to those discrepancies tomorrow.’

Candace sipped the sherry, enjoying the moment as she knew that by phrasing the statement in the way she had, William had really only heard her mention “body hair”..

‘Your face is red, William, what on earth is the matter?’ Candace asked with a mocking air of exasperation.

‘I want some clothes,’ he said sullenly, arms dropping.

‘I’m afraid we will have to train you not to be so modest, William. However,’ she said with a sigh, ‘if you are uncomfortable, I will remedy the situation.’

William watched Ms Bergman pick up a silver bell on the coffee table and ring it once.

Mai Ling immediately appeared in the doorway, glanced at William and his stiff cock but her face remained expressionless.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman? You want something?’

‘Yes, Mai Ling, I do. My guest appears a little uncomfortable displaying his erect penis,’ she announced with a small smile. ‘Please get the garment we discussed earlier.’

‘At once, Ms Bergman.’

Candace looked back to William.

‘Turn around William, so I can inspect your buttocks.’

His face glowed and, for a moment, he almost protested but knew there was no point. Slowly, he turned around, stiff erection quivering with the movement.

‘My compliments on a very attractive rear, William,’ Candace said with a small smile. ‘You are quite muscular. I suppose clambering up walls to burgle houses provides a certain amount of exercise.’

She knows!

William stared immediately ahead, not really seeing the small gold statue of two naked men wrestling, as his mind wrestled with the knowledge that Ms Bergman knew of all his indiscretions.

‘However,’ Candace continued, ‘you will need to achieve a certain muscular improvement before you model. Ah, here’s Mai Ling with your clothing.’

Relieved, William spun around to see the expressionless Asian woman offering him a small flesh coloured garment.

Stunned, he took it from her and saw it was a jock strap!

Open mouthed, he gaped at Ms Bergman who frowned at him.

‘Well, put it on, William! You wanted something to wear!’

Still stunned, William pulled on the jock strap and found, to his horror that it was one size smaller than he really needed. Consequently, it was very tight! The rear strap dug in between his arse cheeks and the front tightly cupped his balls and half erect cock!

Somehow, William felt more on display in the small garment than he had when naked!

‘Dinner served, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said with a half curtsey.

Candace stood up, placing the empty Sherry glass on a highly polished coffee table and walked away.

She stopped at the door and said, ‘are you hungry, William?’

‘Ah, yeah,’ he mumbled.

‘The word is yes, William,’ Candace said with a tight smile. ‘Perhaps, it would be best if you couldn’t speak at all. You could ruin my tableau with your inane mutterings. You can eat with the servants!’

Candace strode through the doors and William shamefully followed her but Mai Ling held up a hand.

Pointing at a door, she said, ‘you eat kitchen!’

*****

Bernard grinned at the red faced William as he chewed.

‘Nice jock strap,’ he said and William blushed even more.

I’m in a fucking madhouse! This is crazy!

Mai Ling looked up from the head of the table but said nothing.

William ate from his plate and then glanced at what Bernard was eating.

‘How come I don’t get meat?’ William asked sulkily.

‘You on diet,’ Mai Ling said calmly, deftly using chopsticks.

William picked up a lettuce leaf between thumb and forefinger while looking at Bernard’s steak and gravy.

‘Diet? I’m not on any fucking diet!’

‘Ms Bergman say you are. And you no swear! It not nice and Ms Bergman no like.’

Sullenly, William ate the salad.

*****

‘This is where you sleep,’ Mai Ling said, gesturing at the small room with a single bed.

William frowned as he inspected the bed.

‘It’s got a rubber sheet on it. Who puts fucking rubber sheets on beds?’

‘You no swear,’ Mai Ling said, walking to the door. ‘Ms Bergman punish if you swear.’

‘What she going to do,’ William sneered, ‘spank me?’

‘Maybe. Or she cut your balls off! You no longer be man.’

William’s jaw dropped at Mai Ling’s casual delivery.

‘I bring you special tea before bed time. You will like.’

‘Bed time? It’s not even nine…’

‘You will sleep soon,’ Mai Ling said. ‘You wait for the special tea.’

*****

William woke with a thick tongue and a dry mouth.

The last thing he recalled was Mai Ling bringing him a cup of some strange smelling tea. He was bored so he actually drank the weird shit!

It was the last thing he remembered.

Now, it was morning!

I went out like a fucking light!

Suddenly, William realised he couldn’t move!

His arms and legs were restrained by thick leather belts. He was helpless in a star position with arms and legs bound to the corners of the bed, the rubber sheet smooth and slippery beneath him.

The jock strap was gone and his morning erection stood proudly above his dark curly pubic hair.

The door opened and Candace stepped in.

She was, as usual, dressed in an elegant jacket and skirt – Italian, of course – with a soft blouse, high heels and restrained jewellery.

William blushed when she looked down at his hard cock.

‘Can’t keep a good boy down, can we?’ Candace said with almost a sneer.

Elaine peered from behind Ms Bergman and eagerly looked at the naked man.

‘What’s she doing here? Why am I tied up?’

‘Don’t shout, William. It is quite tiresome and very bourgeois.’

Elaine put a hand to her mouth and giggled when William’s hard cock quivered when he tested his bonds.

‘If you could stop staring at his stiff penis for a moment, Elaine, it may be possible for you to locate Doctor Steerburg?’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman,’ a flushed Elaine said.

Elaine’s head vanished behind Candace and William heard her hurry out the door.

‘What’s going on?’ William demanded, straining uselessly against his bonds once again.

‘Preparation, William, that’s all. There is really no need to be alarmed. Ah, here is Doctor Steerburg.’

A plump, middle aged woman with a severe haircut and large glasses stepped into the room. Dressed in a very masculine suit and tie, she carried a black medical bag. Elaine hovered behind her and peered at William over Steerburg’s shoulder.

‘What the fuck is a doctor doing here?’ William demanded.

‘Please don’t use gutter language, William,’ Ms Bergman said with a frown, ‘it is not acceptable! Doctor Steerburg is here to help in your transition to a modelling career.’

‘I don’t need no transition!’ William screamed, tearing at the bonds that held him securely.

‘Would you like me to sedate him, Ms Bergman?’ Doctor Steerburg asked.

Elaine appeared at Candace’s shoulder and glanced at her, waiting for the answer.

‘No, I don’t think so,’ Candace said. ‘It’s better that he watches so he understands the trouble we are going to in order to improve his modelling prospects.’

‘Let me go, you crazy bitches!’ William yelled.

‘He seems a little ungrateful to me,’ Steerburg grunted.

‘And rude,’ Elaine muttered.

‘Yes, but he will learn. Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Do you think you would be able to adequately gag William? He is becoming a little tiresome and I have a slight headache.’

‘Oh yes, Ms Bergman!’ Elaine breathed, face hot and flushed.

‘Then do it! Find something appropriate in the tool box.’

Elaine scurried away and returned with a silver ring gag on a stiff black leather strap.

‘Doctor, you may wish to secure his head,’ Candace said calmly, ‘while Elaine silences him.’

‘Of course,’ Steerburg said, moving to the bed.

‘Keep away from me!’ William bellowed.

‘Oh do stop being tiresome, William,’ Candace said with a sigh. ‘Be thankful that it is simply a ring gag. If Elaine had her way, you’d be chewing on her wet knickers!’

Elaine flushed but moved beside Steerburg who firmly held William’s head. The ring gag was brutally inserted and buckled tightly.

‘Is it tight, Elaine?’

‘I can make it tighter, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said huskily, eyes wide and almost glassy with a strange passion.

‘It’s tight enough, Ms Bergman’ Doctor Steerburg countered standing back. ‘She’ll break his jaw if she makes it any tighter.’

‘Then, that will be adequate,’ Candace pronounced.

‘Pity,’ Elaine murmured, gently stroking William’s hair.

William’s eyes were wide with fear as he looked up at the three women. Strangely, his cock was still hard.

Candace noticed.

‘Can you do perform the surgery if that is like that, Doctor?’

Doctor Steerburg shook her head.

‘I can get rid of it, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said eagerly.

‘Now is not the time for you to demonstrate your fellatio techniques, Elaine,’ Candace said coldly.

Elaine’s face fell and Doctor Steerburg smiled.

‘Go and ask Mai Ling for some ice,’ Candace said and leaned over William. ‘Do try to relax, dear boy, this is all for the best. You do want to be the best possible model for me, don’t you?’

Warily, eyes wide, William watched her, drool dribbling from his distended mouth, forced open by the ring gag.

‘Now. Doctor, what do you suggest?’ Candace asked.

Doctor Steerburg looked down on the frightened William with a professionally detached air, studying the erect cock.

‘I can remove the excess skin from the penis, cut it high and tight so the head will always be exposed.’

William gurgled incoherently and shook against the bonds.

Cut my cock!

No!

No, not that!

‘How long before he’s recovered?’

‘A few days,’ the doctor said with a careless shrug. ‘He’ll be tender for a while but men are such babies anyway.’

‘How much of the foreskin will you remove?’

‘How much do you want? I’d take as much as possible so it’s very tight. It’ll reduce his enjoyment for masturbation until the sensitivity reduces. I can also inject the head so it will swell permanently? Make it a little bigger and rounder when aroused.’

‘That sounds interesting,’ Candace said as Elaine rushed back in with a bowl of ice, ‘a fat head, totally exposed. I can work with that. What about the testicles?’

‘Same thing. One injection in each and they’ll swell. I suggest doubling in size, like big plums!’

‘Excellent,’ Candace beamed. ‘I think that will be perfect.’

William moaned in his gag and struggled futilely against his bonds.

‘Will you need an anaesthetic?’ Elaine murmured, staring at William’s cock which was still hard.

‘Just a local,’ Doctor Steerburg said airily.

‘Oh, pity,’ Elaine murmured, a little disappointed she wouldn’t see William scream.

Candace smiled; she knew Elaine so well.

‘After Doctor Steerburg has finished, Elaine,’ Candace said with a knowing smile, ‘you can wax him.’

‘Can I?’ Elaine asked eagerly, eyes shining.

‘All over, please.’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said happily, studying the wisps of black hair on William’s chest and the thick black curls around his quivering cock.

Back, sac and crack!

He’ll be screaming by the time I’ve finished!

‘Can I take his gag off, Ms Bergman, when I wax him?’

‘If you wish but, Elaine…’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Try to keep your hand out of your knickers!’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine mumbled face red hot and Doctor Steerburg laughed.

‘Put the ice on his testicles, Elaine,’ Steerburg said, readying a hypodermic, ‘and we’ll get started. I have a liposuction appointment at noon.’

William screamed as Elaine poured ice over his cock and balls while Doctor Steerburg slid the hypodermic into a vein on his inner thigh.

‘Mai Ling has coffee for me,’ Candace said.

‘Don’t you want to watch, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine asked.

‘I’m far more interested in results, Elaine, not process. Besides, it is almost impossible to remove blood stains from cashmere.’

The door closed behind Candace and Elaine said, ‘look, it has gone soft. Do you think it was the ice or fear?’

‘Probably both,’ Doctor Steerburg said. ‘We’ll give it a few minutes for the local to work.’

‘Must we wait?’ Elaine asked throatily.

Steerburg smiled.

‘I suppose not. It’s only a foreskin, after all.’

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Story continues in Part 5: An Unkind Cut – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.cafeboudoir.com

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 5: An Unkind Cut.

Candace heard William screaming a little later and crossly told Mai Ling to close the library door so she could concentrate on her work. Designing a stimulating tableau required the utmost focus and fevered screams echoing through the large house did not assist the artistic process!

For a moment, she considered ordering Elaine to gag William while waxing him but decided against it.

Elaine enjoyed the cries of her victims. It also stoked her arousal and Candace knew that Elaine would be on her knees later that night, begging Candace to permit Elaine to slide her manicured fingers in her knickers so she could play with her plucked pussy.

There was a tap on the door.

‘Yes?’

Doctor Steerburg entered and nodded with a businesslike detachment.

‘All done, Ms Bergman.’

‘Everything?’

Doctor Steerburg looked up at the ceiling and smiled.

‘The waxing is being completed as we speak.’

‘So I hear,’ Candace said dryly.

‘Elaine must have her fun,’ Doctor Steerburg said with a grin.

‘Yes and the entire neighbourhood can hear! You have left the formula with Mai Ling?’

‘Yes. She can inject them properly?’

‘She is a trained nurse,’ Candace said with a smile. ‘Although her qualifications are not recognised here and her bedside manner is a little to be desired.’

‘If you say so,’ Doctor Steerburg said with a shrug. ‘As long as she hits the vein, what do I care?’

‘Here,’ Candace said, handing Doctor Steerburg a thick envelope. ‘It’s all in there.’

‘Thank you,’ Doctor Steerburg said. ‘Elaine has the directions to care for the wound, although I’m sure he will heal quickly.’

‘We have time.’

‘I know.  The testicles and the penis head will swell during the next forty eight hours.’

‘Good. The tableau isn’t planned for another three weeks.’

‘I’m looking forward to it,’ Doctor Steerburg said with a grin. ‘I am receiving an invitation?’

‘Of course. The steroids will work quickly?’

‘Absolutely. And they are not really steroids, they are….’

‘Spare me the scientific lecture, Doctor. They will enhance muscle growth?’

‘Only where you inject them.’

‘Excellent. Thank you again, Doctor.’

‘Not at all. I’ll see myself out.’

*****

William was in a state of shock.

Firstly, he had been forced to watch the Doctor cut his cock and remove skin! It was horrible! Simply horrible! Blood everywhere and that crazy secretary laughing and babbling as the doctor cut into his cock!

How could they do that?

Then, the doctor had injected his balls and his cock head!

Injected!

For fucks sake, it was insane!

Insane!

And hurt like hell!

Then, with his cock wrapped in white bandage with blood spots appearing through the gauze, the crazy secretary began to wax him!

The gag was removed and William, at first screamed abuse at her but she was relentless, tearing wax from his body and grinning broadly when she showed him the strip of black hairs embedded in the wax.

‘I think,’ Elaine mumbled, ‘you can scream louder than that.’

‘You are crazy! Fucking crazy! Let me out of here!’

William was bawling with anger, jerking and straining against his bonds but he was held fast.

‘You can scream louder,’ Elaine exhorted. ‘Look, I’m going to do your balls now!’

William did scream and screamed loudly when Elaine tore the thick strip of wax from William’s tender balls, his bandaged penis beginning to dully ache now the anaesthetic was wearing off.

Help me! For fucks sake, somebody help me!

*****

‘He’s finished, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said demurely, head down.

Candace looked up from her desk.

‘I can not believe the noise, Elaine! Surely it wasn’t just a simple waxing? I have my eyebrows waxed and there is no screaming involved, I can assure you!’

‘I had to hold his…you know…’

‘No, I do not know! What did you have to hold?’

‘His…bits…you know…when I was waxing. I might have,’ Elaine said with a dreamy far away look in her eyes, ‘squeezed a little too hard.’

‘I hope you did not damage him, Elaine! There has just been a surgical procedure and there is an artistic tableau to consider.’

‘No, no, no damage at all. He’ll recover and it helped the enlarging formula circulate. He will be fine. I have to clean the wound tomorrow. Doctor Steerburg said I can use an antiseptic.’

Elaine grinned at Candace who sighed.

More screaming tomorrow!

*****

William dully looked around the room. He felt woozy and his penis throbbed sharply. His pink, polished skin where he had been so enthusiastically waxed also stung and he wanted very much to get away from the crazy people who kept him captive.

Who knows what they would do next!

Mai Ling had entered the room after Elaine had left and smiled down at him.

‘Help me!’ William said hoarsely. ‘For god sakes, help me!

‘I help,’ Mai Ling said as she locked a thick iron cuff around William’s right ankle. ‘I make you feel better.’

The cuff was attached to a thick chain and William watched helplessly as Mai Ling locked the other end of the chain to a ring in the floor.

‘See?’ Mai Ling said. ‘I now take straps off you and you move. You feel much better now you move!’

‘Help me get away! Please! They’re crazy!’

‘Crazy?’ Mai Ling frowned at him as she removed the straps. ‘Not crazy!’ She stepped away and William struggled to sit up.

A sharp pain in his bandaged cock made him groan and Mai Ling hid a smile.

‘There is hole in bandage for pee,’ Mai Ling told him. ‘Doctor said no need for catheter,’ she added with a tinge of disappointment.

William’s head spun and he ached all over especially his throbbing cock.

They’ve mutilated me!

‘That Bergman bitch is crazy! Fucking nuts!’

Mai Ling frowned again.

‘She no crazy. She artist! I get food and nice cup of special tea!’

She vanished out the door as William managed to stand. For a moment, he almost fainted but managed to steady himself with one hand on the bed.

I have to get out of here!

The chain around his ankle rattled as he walked to the door but the length of the chain had been perfectly planned and stopped him from even touching the door.

Crazy bitch!

William looked down at the white gauze around his brutalised cock and almost wept.

He felt sick and very woozy so he stumbled back to the bed and sat down on the rubber sheets.

The door opened and Mai Ling bustled in with a tray. There was a bowl of salad and rice with a cup of the “special” tea.

‘I don’t want that shit!’ William said. ‘I want some real food!’

‘You on diet…’

‘Fuck the diet! I want real food!’

‘I leave for you,’ Mai Ling said, unperturbed. ‘You eat later. Then sleep. You need rest so you get better.’

Her eyes dropped to William’s balls and she idly wondered how big these ones would grow. The previous model had endured a doubling in size but Mai Ling had an idea that these would swell to an even bigger size.

Maybe, like small apples!

Ms Bergman was always seeking improvement!

*****

Alone in the small room, William moodily picked at the salad and rice before sipping the tea.

There must be a way to get out of here, there must!

His fingers cupped his now bald balls. They felt strange and he wondered if it was the needle going into each ball or what these crazy people injected him with.

I have to get out of here, William said sleepily, I have to!

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Story continues in Part 6 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.cafeboudoir.com

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 6: Recovering Patient.

William sullenly looked up when Mai Ling entered the room, carrying a tray.

‘Good morning,’ she said, placing the tray on the floor. William saw there was a glass of water and a bowl with strange food on the ebony tray.

He blinked at her, still half asleep and then looked down at his bandaged cock.

‘I have to piss!’ William said roughly and Mai Ling frowned at him.

‘You rude,’ she said in a matter of fact tone. ‘You no use rude words!  Ms Bergman no like rude words!’

‘I don’t give a flying fuck what that crazy bitch likes!’ William screamed. ‘Look what she’s done to me! She had that crazy doctor cut me!’

‘That nothing,’ Mai Ling said scornfully.

‘Nothing! She stuck needles in my cock and cut…’

‘Just a little chop!’

‘A little chop?’ William screeched disbelievingly. ‘She cut my cock…’

‘No use words like that,’ Mai Ling said with a frown. ‘You call your man part a penis!’

‘What? Man part? You’re all fucking crazy!’ William yelled. ‘Crazy!’

‘I no listen to this! I go!’

Mai Ling walked out and closed the door behind her with an emphatic thud!

‘I have to fucking piss!’ William screamed at the closed door. ‘Do you fucking hear me? I have to fucking piss!’

*****

William stared down at the bandage that was twined around his injured cock. There was a dull thudding pain in his dick and balls. He guessed it was from the injections as well as the surgery.

They cut my cock! Then injected it and my balls with some goofy shit!

What are they doing to me?

His now hairless flesh was obvious and strangely sensitive. Sighing, he managed to stand up. The manacle around his ankle restricted his movements and the chain rattled but he could move to where Mai Ling had left the tray.

Water and a salad!

Rabbit food!

Sadly, he munched on the food as the mounting urge to urinate became urgent.

Suddenly, the door opened and Elaine, dressed in normal business attire of straight skirt, blouse, half-jacket, nylons and shoes smiled at him.

‘How’s my boy?’

‘I’m not your fucking boy!’ William said, lumbering back to the bed, chain rattling. ‘And you keep away from me, you crazy bitch!’

‘Are you still a little upset about the waxing?’ Elaine cooed.

‘You ripped my fucking hair out! You’re loony!’

‘Poor boy. Just part of your new beauty regime.’

‘Huh?’ William asked, confused.

‘Mai Ling tells me you want to urinate?’

‘Huh?’

Not the sharpest tool in the garden shed, Elaine thought, suppressing a smile and trying to look concerned and motherly.

‘Pee, you need to pee? I’m here to help you.’

‘I don’t need no fucking help to piss, lady! Just show me where I can go!’

‘I don’t think Ms Bergman wants you wandering the grounds, William,’ Elaine said mockingly. ‘No, I’m afraid you have to pee here. Look!’

With a flourish, Elaine brought from behind her back a white polythene urine bottle used in hospitals for male patients.

‘I’m here to help,’ she repeated with obvious glee.

William stared at it and then back at Elaine’s glittering eyes.

‘Keep away from me,’ he said weakly.

‘Thought you wanted to piss? I’ll just take your bandages off and you can fill the bottle with that big cock of yours! I bet you have a strong stream! Most young men do!’

Her eyes were alive with a strange hunger and her mouth was half open with undisguised sexual desire.

‘I can do it,’ he mumbled thickly.

‘No,’ Elaine said, stepping closer and flourishing the bottle, ‘I insist on helping!’

Before William could say anything, Elaine squatted next to him and began unwrapping the blood spotted bandage.

‘Ow!’

‘Don’t be such a baby,’ Elaine murmured, staring at William’s exposed cock.

‘Look what she did to it!’ William sobbed, looking down at his flaccid cock, curled on his stomach, sutures visible and the cockhead suddenly seeming large and bulbous.

‘The stitches come out tomorrow. Doctor Steerburg said you shouldn’t use dissolving stitches for adult male circumcision,’ Elaine said as she positioned the bottle neck around William’s cock, ‘so I’ll be able to watch when she takes the stitches out!’

‘Your fucking nuts!’ William mumbled sullenly.

Elaine slid her hand around William’s fat cock and held it like a fat worm, smiling up at him.

‘You can go now.’

‘Leave me alone…’

‘No, I like to hold it, like to feel it. Come on,’ Elaine said persuasively, ‘let it go. You know you want to.’

William felt his cock stir and Elaine said, ‘don’t get stiff,’ she warned, eyes glinting, ‘it’ll hurt. Just pee like a good little boy!’

William shut his eyes, lay his head back and relaxed.

Suddenly, a thick stream of urine burst from the urethra and began filling the bottle with swirling, bubbling noises

Elaine felt the vibrations in her hand and moaned softly.

*****

Candace sipped coffee and looked up at the ceiling.

‘You want crepe, Ms Bergman?’

‘No thank you, Mai Ling. One was adequate.’

‘They taste nice, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling tempted. ‘You need energy for busy day.’

‘They do taste very nicely indeed, Mai Ling, a culinary prize but I am perfectly satisfied. Perhaps another cup of coffee?’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman.’

‘Is Elaine here?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman. She help boy to toilet.’

‘She’ll enjoy that,’ Candace said dryly. ‘How is our patient?’

‘Grumpy.’

‘I’m not concerned with his temperament, Mai Ling! How is the surgery?’

‘He recover well. He healthy boy, he fast healer.’

‘Excellent.’

Candace sipped her coffee and studied the business sections of the on-line newspapers she received everyday.

‘And you are following Doctor Steerburg’s directions as to the injections?’

‘I give him another one now.’

‘Excellent,’ Candace said with a satisfied smile. ‘I think we’ll be able to move onto the next stage in a few days!’

*****

Mai Ling looked at Elaine.

‘He pee?’

‘Yes,’ Elaine said, sloshing the full bottle, ‘like a horse!’

William looked at both women and half-heartedly moved his hands down to cover his groin.

‘Bit late for modesty,’ Elaine giggled. ‘We’ve seen it all, my boy!’

‘I have special drink for you,’ Mai Ling said, offering a small plastic cup.

‘Go away,’ William said sullenly. ‘You have to let me go, you know,’ he added desperately, ‘people will miss me…’

‘No, they won’t,’ Elaine said calmly. ‘Ms Bergman has thought of everything.’

‘You drink,’ Mai Ling said, pushing the cup towards William.

‘’Fuck off!’

‘You no drink, you no eat. I have steak for you.’

‘Steak?’

Suddenly, William realised how hungry he was.

‘Real steak?’

‘Very fresh,’ Mai Ling said with a nod. ‘You like rare, medium or well done?’

‘Ah, medium,’ William said, licking his lips.

‘You like chips and egg?’

‘Ah…yes…’

‘Then you drink; I get steak. With chips and egg. Good for you.’

Slowly, William took the drink and swallowed it. Mai Ling smiled and took the cup.

‘How long before it works?’ Elaine asked conversationally.

‘A few minutes,’ Mai Ling said.

‘What works?’ William asked, alarmed.

Both women smiled at him.

‘What…h…have….you done…’

William found speech to be impossible and was suddenly frozen, the only part of him that could move were his eyes. Nervously he blinked at the grinning women.

‘He still for ten minutes. I get hypodermic and medicines.’

‘Mai Ling?’ Elaine asked with a coy smile. ‘Can I watch?’

‘Ms Bergman no say you could.’

‘Did she say I couldn’t?’

Mai Ling sighed.

‘Ok, you watch!’

*****

William’s eyes bulged and moved side to side in a frantic motion when he saw Mai Ling expertly fill the hypodermic. Elaine watched hungrily with a strange smile and murmured, ‘he looks nervous. Look how fast he’s blinking!’

‘Men are babies,’ Mai Ling said dismissively, swabbing William’s plump, now bald left ball and moving the hypodermic closer. ‘It just injection.’

Elaine licked her lips, eyes darting from the syringe sliding into William’s testicle to his wide, frantic eyes.

‘It’s a pity,’ she murmured, ‘we can’t hear him scream!’

‘You sick puppy,’ Mai Ling said in a matter of fact tone as she withdrew the hypodermic.

‘We all have our little foibles, Mai Ling,’ Elaine said calmly. ‘Even you.’

Mai Ling shrugged, dropped the used hypodermic in a kidney bowl and picked up the next one.

William gurgled as the hypodermic slid into his other testicle.

‘Perhaps he’s beginning to regain speech,’ Elaine said excitedly.

‘It don’t take long,’ Mai Ling said, withdrawing the syringe. ‘Just one more,’ she said to William with a big grin.

‘If you wait a minute, Mai Ling,’ Elaine urged, ‘he might be able to make noises when you inject the head.’

William gurgled desperately at that!

He remembered how Doctor Steerburg had injected the head of his battered cock last time.

This crazy Asian  bitch is doing it again!

‘Probably,’ Mai Ling agreed as she filled the last hypodermic.

‘Then take your time,’ Elaine implored. ‘Please, Ma Ling. I can speak to Ms Bergman about that new oven you want so much!’

Mai Ling glanced at Elaine, saw the shining, eager eyes, pictured the new gleaming stainless steel oven and sighed.

‘I wait one minute.’

The room was silent as Mai Ling waited sixty seconds before swabbing the head of William’s cock.

‘N…n…n…noooo…’ babbled from William and Elaine, eyes wide, grinned excitedly.

‘See,’ Elaine said triumphantly, ‘he can make noises now!’

‘We do it now!’ Mai Ling said. ‘Before he move again!’

Candace Bergman stopped sipping her coffee and looked up at the ornate chandelier when she heard William’s hoarse scream echo through the house.

Yes, she thought with a smile, things are moving along nicely!

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Story continues in Part 7 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

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A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 7: Appropriate Punishment.

The next day, William was reduced to begging for his freedom.

‘Please, Mai Ling,’ he said, rattling the chain when Mai Ling entered the room with the hypodermics, ‘no more. Let me go. Don’t do anymore of this stuff to me! Please!’

The injections into his arms, chest, buttocks and legs stung but the needle into the head of his cock and directly into each of his balls were very painful. Added to that was the nagging fear of what the injections were actually doing to him!

Changing him!

The gauze bandages around his cock prevent closer examination. Besides, William was afraid to look and his cock was still painful from the minor surgery as well as the regular hypodermic jabs!

He couldn’t stop Mai Ling from doing it as she snuck the numbing agent into his food and drink so William was helpless.

Deeply afraid, William desperately wanted to get away from the household of crazy people! Therefore, he resolved not to eat or drink!

‘I have to do this. Ms Bergman say so,’ Mai Ling said in her sing-song accent. ‘I do what Ms Bergman say,’ Mai Ling added in her fractured English, ‘and so do you! Everybody do what she says, she is powerful lady!’

‘I’m not doing what she wants! I just hit her garden wall, for fucks sake! She’s loony…’

‘You be good! Don’t be nasty man! Ms Bergman kind, generous and sexy woman!’

‘She’s fucking insane! You are nuts as well!’ William screamed.’

‘Nasty mouth!’

‘Nasty? Hey, you’re the fucker sticking needles in my cock and balls!’

‘You watch your mouth! You no use dirty words for man parts! Now, you drink this?’

‘No fucking way! You’re not putting that numb juice on me again, lady!’

‘Ok,’ Mai Ling said with a shrug and put the tray with the syringes down just out of William’s reach.

As she walked out the door, William yelled, ‘hey, my piss bottle is full, lady!’

Mai Ling gave no indication she heard and vanished through the door.

‘My fucking piss bottle is full!’ William screamed at the door and pummelled his fist into the bed! Once again, he tried to pull the chain apart but failed.

Maybe, he thought, his mother would rescue him! Then, he imagined his stepfather, Jason Harridan saying, ‘Elise, he is old enough to look after himself! He’ll come crawling back when he needs money!’

No, William knew that his mother, his stepfather and stepbrother Edwin would not come looking for him!

William thought of Robyn, the girl he hoped would be his girlfriend. He had one chaste kiss with her but that was it!

Would she miss me?

William was staring sullenly at the wall when Mai Ling returned. His face went white when she aimed a strange looking black pistol at him.

‘Hey! Hey, no! Don’t shoot, you crazy Jap!’

‘I no Japanese!’

‘This is crazy, man, fucking crazy!’

She casually pulled the trigger and instead of an explosion and the searing heat of a bullet ripping through his flesh, William heard a fat “Plop” sound and felt a sting in his arm.

‘You go numb now,’ Mai Ling said with satisfaction. ‘I wait two minutes before I stick needles in your muscles and then your man parts!’

William tried to protest but no words would form and he was, once again, completely helpless.

Horror bubbled up in his throat as he watched Mai Ling approach him with the syringes. The first needles went into his arm muscles, his chest, thighs and buttocks. Then Mai Ling produced a larger syringe and smiled.

There was nothing William could do, not even scream with the indefinable pain as the smiling Asian woman pushed the syringe into the plump head of William’s cock!

After the serum was injected, Mai Ling smiled at the tears glittering in William’s wide eyes.

‘Only your boy plums to do now, then Mai Ling bring you nice sandwich.’

William tried to scream again as the syringe moved relentlessly towards his balls.

Noooooo!

*****

Candace Bergman looked down on the department store beneath her office and watched the customers milling around the artistically designed counters.

Business was good – very good!

And yet, Candace no longer attainted the same level of satisfaction from making money as she once did. Perhaps, when one has more than enough money, when one is capable of buying anything in then world – people, trinkets, jewellery, countries – money was no longer important.

However, her artistic tableaus were a different matter all together!

The fission of artistic excellence!

There was a small tap at the door and she turned to see Elaine standing in the doorway.

‘Doctor Steerburg called, Ms Bergman. She checked William,’ Elaine offered.

‘Are we getting the progress I wish?’

‘The changes are beginning to show.’

‘That was fast. It’s only been three days.’

Elaine looked down and smiled softly.

‘I told Mai Ling to double the doses. It was a little painful for him but we would get the changes more quickly. Did I do a bad thing, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine asked throatily.

‘You disobeyed my instructions, Elaine. That is unacceptable.’

‘I’m sorry, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said softly. ‘I should not have disobeyed you. I should be punished.’

‘If you’re attempting to entice me to spank you or inflict some other form of corporal punishment, Elaine, you are wasting your time.’

Elaine swallowed and studied the floor.

‘It’s been a long time, Ms Bergman,’ she whispered.

‘A long time? What on earth are you going on about, Elaine?’

‘Since you put me over your knee, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine croaked.

Candace smiled flintily.

‘And you liked that, Elaine?’

‘Oh, yes, Ms Bergman! I liked it a lot!’

‘Of course you did, and that’s why you intentionally go against my orders so I will punish you in order for you to receive your bizarre gratification.’

Candace smiled grimly at the flushed secretary.

‘Submissive wenches do that all the time, Elaine. Don’t you think I can see through that?’

‘I…I…’

‘Stop spluttering, Elaine and tell Bernard to come up here.’

‘Do you want the car, Ms Bergman…’

‘I am not in the habit of offering explanations, Elaine. Get Bernard!’

Elaine scuttled away and Candace smiled grimly down on her domain, as she watched wealthy women buy outrageously expensive perfume. One of the blonde shop assistants had the temerity to look up and Candace noted her station to mention it to a supervisor.

*****

‘You wanted me, Ms Bergman?’ Bernard, the chauffer asked respectfully.

Elaine hovered behind him, looking over his broad shoulders at Candace.

‘Come in, Bernard. You as well, Elaine and shut the door.’

Candace smiled coldly at Elaine.

‘Stand in front of the desk, Elaine.’

Afraid, Elaine glanced at Bernard and then timidly moved to stand in front of the desk.

‘Elaine disobeyed my instructions, Bernard. What do you think of that?’

‘I would think, Ms Bergman,’ Bernard said carefully, avoiding Elaine’s eyes, ‘that would have been very unwise.’

‘Very diplomatic of you, Bernard and very astute. One must always watch the quiet ones. The thing is, Bernard, Elaine disobeyed me on purpose so I would punish her. That’s interesting, isn’t it, Bernard?’

‘Ms Bergman,’ Elaine stammered but Candace cut her off with a wave of an elegant hand.

‘Bernard?’ Candace prompted.

‘That is interesting, Ms Bergman. I cannot comprehend why a person…’

‘It is difficult to understand submissive women, Bernard. Let me explain; Elaine is submissive to women so she enjoys it when a woman punishes her.’

Candace moved back to the window behind her desk and looked down on the bustling floor of the department store.

‘Elaine doesn’t like men, Bernard. Did you know that?’

‘I suspected it, Ms Bergman.’

Elaine swallowed and stared miserably at the floor, her face hot with humiliation.

‘Elaine likes to hurt men, likes it an awful lot, in fact. Don’t you, Elaine?’

‘Y…yes, Ms Bergman.’

‘She is quite the cruel sadist with men. So, Bernard,’ Candace said with a flinty smile, ‘I suggest you never put yourself in a vulnerable position with our Elaine. That would be very unwise!’

‘I understand, Ms Bergman,’ Bernard said woodenly.

‘And so, to really punish Elaine, one must administer what she doesn’t like, what she hates. Isn’t that correct, Elaine?’

‘Please, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine stammered, eyes filling, ‘I’m sorry. I won’t disobey you…’

‘Yes, Elaine,’ Candace said mildly, ‘you certainly will not disobey me again. Bend over the desk.’

Elaine’s face drained of all colour but she obeyed Ms Bergman who walked to a walnut veneer cupboard.

‘Pull your skirt up around your waist, Elaine,’ Candace called, unlocking the cupboard.

Shame and humiliation washed over Elaine as her trembling fingers gripped the hem of her skirt. Conscious that Bernard was watching and that anyone could walk into the office, Elaine shook with humiliation as she pulled the skirt up around her waist.

‘Tell me, Bernard,’ Candace said as she opened the cupboard, her back to the desk, ‘what is our Elaine wearing under her skirt?’

Elaine stared sadly at the window in front of her, eyes filling as her body shook with the sexual tension of shame, humiliation and apprehension.

‘Black suspender belt, Ms Bergman, and stockings.’

‘Knickers?’

‘Ah, not that I can see, Ms Bergman.’

‘Of course not,’ Candace chuckled. ‘Elaine came prepared for a little spanking. Bernard, come here and select a cane.’

Elaine moaned and gripped the desk when she heard that!

Bernard stood next to his employer and studied the rack of canes in the cupboard.

‘I suggest that one, Bernard,’ Candace said, indicating a slim rattan cane with her finger. ‘Five strokes from that will ensure that Elaine will not consider sitting down for a few days.’

Bernard took the cane and Candace smiled.

‘Excellent choice. Now, I want you to administer five strokes to Elaine’s shapely rear. Do you have a problem with that, Bernard?’

Bernard glanced at Elaine’s white, plump bottom, framed by the black suspender belt and stockings.

‘No, Ms Bergman.’

‘I didn’t think so. It is a strange request though, Bernard.’

‘I like my job, Ms Bergman,’ Bernard said.

‘I see. There is always compromise in life for most people, Bernard. I take it you do not mind administering the punishment?’

‘I’ll do it, Ms Bergman.’

‘And, perhaps, you’ll enjoy it?’

‘Well,’ Bernard said, shooting a glance in the direction of Elaine who was still sprawled over the desk, skirt around her waist, ‘Elaine has been somewhat nasty to me…’

‘Excellent! A little revenge to sweeten the experience. Firm strokes, Bernard and try to space them as precisely as possible across the buttocks. One should always try to be artistic in everything we do!’

‘Very good, Ms Bergman.’

Candace sat at her desk so she could watch Elaine’s face.

Elaine’s face was deathly pale, her eyes wide as she looked back at her smiling employer while sensing Bernard standing behind her naked rear.

‘Spread your thighs, Elaine,’ Candace said calmly, ‘so Bernard can peek at your hot little treasure.’

Elaine groaned, parted her thighs and shut her eyes in shame as she realised what she looked like from behind.

‘Don’t shut your eyes, Elaine,’ Candace cautioned. ‘Look at me. Can you see her vulva, Bernard?  I believe Elaine is quite clean shaven!’

‘I can see it, Ms Bergman,’ Bernard said loudly and Elaine moaned again.

‘Excellent. Now, remember to space the strokes.  You may begin, Bernard.’

The whoosh of the cane was loud in the room and Elaine’s face contorted in pain as the cane sliced over her bare flesh.

Candace smiled and kept her eyes locked on Elaine’s.

Elaine squealed from the first stroke, screamed by the third and was openly weeping at the fifth.

‘Thank you, Bernard. Please put the cane back in the cupboard.’

Bernard carefully closed the cupboard doors and then looked back at Elaine who was sobbing on the desk, five angry red welts plain across the milky white skin of her arse.

‘Will there be anything else, Ms Bergman?’

‘Not at the moment, Bernard. I shall require the car at four. I will be leaving early today.’

‘Very good, Ms Bergman.’

As the door closed behind the chauffer, Candace frowned down at Elaine.

‘Do stop sobbing, Elaine. It becomes a trifle wearing! And adjust your clothing!’

Elaine gulped air down her throat as she tried to stop sobbing and gingerly stood up. Her mascara had run and her hands shook as she smoothed her skirt down over her hot, damaged rear.

‘Next time, Elaine,’ Candace said mildly, ‘I’ll tell him to use you sexually after the caning!’

‘P…please, no…Ms Bergman…I won’t…’

‘You’d hate a man actually penetrating you, Elaine, we both know that,’ Candace went on, completely ignoring Elaine’s protestations, ‘so be very careful from now on. I quite abhor disobedience.’

Candace moved close to Elaine and smiled at her distraught secretary.

‘Was it awful having a man touch you when you have no control?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman!’ Elaine cried, beginning to weep again, ‘it was horrible!’

‘Keep that in mind and adhere to my instructions.’

Candace flicked Elaine’s cheek with her red fingernail.

‘Now, fix your face. We have some work to do before I see how our project is coming along. Who knows, he may require waxing again.’

Elaine’s head jerked up, a hopeful look flowering on her tear stained face.

‘W…waxing? C…can I…’

‘We will have to see, won’t we, Elaine? Now, run along like a good little girl.’

Elaine scurried to the door.

‘Elaine?’

‘Y…yes, M…Ms Bergman?’

‘For goodness sake, put some knickers on!’

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Story continues in Part 8 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.carmenicadiaz.com

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 8: Inspection and a Little Licky Lick.

William screamed at Mai Ling to leave him alone!

Mai Ling was unperturbed and moved into the room with her tray of hypodermics. William had been carefully immoblised by another of Mai Ling’s fiendish tranquilising darts. Mai Ling smiled when she saw the naked fear flickering in his eyes.

Candace appeared in the doorway behind Mai Ling with Elaine peering over her shoulder at William.

‘Can’t you freeze his vocal chords as well, Mai Ling?’ Candace asked irritably.

‘Doctor say no more of strong stuff! Break his voice so we use weaker stuff! I can make stronger if you want, Ms Bergman?’

‘No, don’t bother. There are more important things to do.’

‘Let me go…please…’ William begged brokenly.

‘Now, now, William,’ Candace said soothingly, ‘there is no point in becoming agitated. We’ll have a little talk after Mai Ling and Elaine have finished.’

Elaine squeezed into the room past Ms Bergman and stared hungrily at William who was naked except for the bandage around his genitals.

‘Let me go!’ William sobbed. ‘Please, let me go! People will be worried…’

‘Please control yourself, William!’ Candace snapped, irritation mounting. ‘A young man in today’s world should possess certain decorum!’

‘You’re fucking insane!’

‘Elaine,’ Candace said stiffly, ‘after Mai Ling has completed the injections, I think William requires another waxing!’

‘Certainly, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said excitedly. ‘I can use the permanent depilatory wax if you wish?’ Elaine asked hopefully.

Candace saw the horror in William’s eyes when he heard that and Candace smiled thinly.

‘Yes, Elaine, I think that will be most appropriate!’

Candace turned and walked from the room, leaving William with Mai Ling and the grinning Elaine.

The screams of pain echoed down the stairs as Candace walked briskly to her library.

*****

Mai Ling placed a full sherry glass on the corner of the ornate, antique desk that dominated the room where Candace sat. She was analysing retail figures from her department stores.

Bookshelves lined the walls and most of the books contained in the lustrous cherry wood shelving were bound in exquisite Moroccan leather of various hues.

The fireplace was crackling merrily and the room had a vague homely feel about it in an elegant and restrained manner. Of course, the specialised art works added a certain sexual ambience to the otherwise restrained room.

Above the mantelpiece was a large oil painting of a young man. He was naked and bound by thin leather straps and cowered on the floor, his eyes alive with pain. The painting was very lifelike and the observer could see the exquisite details such as the drool dribbling from around the red gag and the thin red, angry welts across his body. In the corner of the painting the rattan cane that had caused the welts was visible, a female hand holding one end.

It was one of Candace Bergman’s favourite pieces and one she had commissioned. It was a scene from one of her artistic exhibitions that had been very popular!

‘Is this the good Sherry, Mai Ling?’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said.

‘Is Elaine finished with William?’

‘Almost. She take her time, she very thorough.’

‘Yes but tell her hurry! Both of you can bring him down so I may see the progress. Use the new iron shackles I had modelled on the Greco-Roman sculpture!’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

*****

Candace looked up when Elaine knocked softly on the open door. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining.

‘I have him here for you, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said.

‘Bring him in.’

William shuffled into the room. He had no choice but to enter as Elaine held the chain connected to a thick iron collar that was locked around his throat. A few tugs and he moved into the room.

Elaine and Mai Ling had shackled his arms behind his back and locked leg irons on around his ankles so William was helpless. He was also gagged with a ring gag that held his mouth open.

His muscular body was completely hairless and the bandage was gone from his groin so his heavy cock and balls were clearly displayed.

Mai Ling stood by Elaine and all three women looked William over.

Candace looked at William’s long, cut cock with its large almost purplish head.

‘That’s better,’ she said approvingly. ‘The head is much more prominent!’

William flushed and looked angrily down at his changed cock! First they had circumcised him and then the head had been enlarged so it was bulbous and very prominent!

‘How big is the penis when erect, Elaine?’

‘I haven’t seen…’

‘It big,’ Mai Ling said calmly. ‘I see it when he wake up! Big snake!’

‘I really require measurements, Mai Ling,’ Candace said. She looked William in the eye. ‘William, please make your penis erect.’

William gaped at her and tried to scream obscenities at Candace but only unintelligible shrieks emerged from the gag.

The three women looked down at his penis which flexed a few times but remained soft.

‘It appears he is not easily aroused,’ Candace muttered. ‘That is a pity. I thought young man were always ready?’

‘He scared!’ Mai Ling said succinctly. ‘It weaken his cock! Men are babies!’

‘For goodness sakes!’ Candace snapped.

She picked up the half full sherry glass and sipped.

‘Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Make him hard and measure it, please.’

‘Certainly, Ms Bergman.’

Elaine moved in front of William and perched on the edge of the desk. Her face was even more flushed than before and she licked her lips as she lifted the hem of her skirt.

‘Look,’ she taunted William as the skirt rose, ‘look here, big boy!’

William wanted to look away but he couldn’t, hypnotised by the hem of the skirt sliding up over gleaming nylons.

Mai Ling stood beside William and placed a warm hand on his buttock. The touch sent a shiver through William as Elaine’s skirt rose high and revealed a black suspender belt, stocking tops and minuscule black panties.

Candace studied the inventory of the cosmetic department and sipped sherry as William stared at the wonderful sight that was so lewdly displayed.

The panties were tiny and sheer, so sheer William could see the puckered sex lips pressed against the wispy cloth.

An unintelligible groan escaped the gag and his cock immediately rose and grew hard.

‘There!’ Mai Ling said triumphantly and Candace looked up from her bookwork.

‘Yes,’ she said with a flicker of a smile, ‘that is enticing! Measure it, Elaine!’

Elaine slipped from the desk and measured William’s cock while he quivered with shame and arousal.

‘Nine and one quarter inches in length, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said excitedly.

‘And the girth?’

‘Four and one eighth inches…’

‘That will have to do, I suppose,’ Candace said, standing up.

Carefully, she examined the pulsing, hard cock with the large head and extra large plump balls swinging below it.

A young stallion! I should entitle this tableau the gelding of the stud!

William was shaking from arousal and fear and he hoped that one of these three women would finish him off with sex of some description.

Candace studied the enhanced muscles on William’s chest, buttocks and legs.

‘I certainly approve of the hairless look, Elaine.’

‘Thank you, Ms Bergman.’

‘It’s permanent?’

Elaine nodded and Candace smiled flintily at William. ‘Did you hear that, William? No more waxing! I’m sure you’ll be pleased with that. Have the injections finished, Mai Ling?’

‘All gone, Ms Bergman. Doctor say everything will grow a little more but that is all.’

‘I think what we have now will be adequate. Keep the shackles on and take him to the other guestroom. You know what to do?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

Elaine looked disappointed and Candace smiled at her as Mai Ling led the shuffling William from the room.

‘Next time, Elaine; if you are a good girl.’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said softly, head down.

*****

Mai Ling opened the door to the small, windowless cell in the basement of the large house. There was a cot in the corner, a toilet and nothing else.

Mai Ling casually sat on the cot and kicked her sensible shoes off.

‘You kneel and I take gag off!’

William eagerly knelt in front of Mai Ling.

‘You no call me bad names anymore,’ Mai Ling said strongly. ‘I will punish if you do! I have ways to hurt you very much so I want respect! Nod, big boy, if you understand!’

William cautiously nodded and Mai Ling removed the gag.

Dropping the gag on the cot beside her, she looked down at William’s semi-hard cock.

‘You lost your stiffy! That no good. You lick pussy before?’

Shocked, William burst out, ‘no! I aint no muff diver…’

‘You lick now,’ Mai Ling said calmly. ‘Ms Bergman want you to learn and want you hard when you licky lick!’

Mai Ling reached down between William’s legs and grasped his plump testicles.

‘I can squeeze very hard! I have strong hand muscles from peeling vegetables, cleaning and other stuff! You want me to hurt your boy parts?’

‘No! Please don’t do that!’ William squealed, feeling Mai Ling’s hand tighten around his sensitive testicles.

‘Then, you licky lick?’

William hung his head so he could avoid her eyes.

‘Yes,’ he mumbled.

Mai Ling wasn’t satisfied.

‘You try hard when you licky lick or I hurt you!

She gave his balls another small squeeze to emphasise the point before releasing them.

Mai Ling stood up, reached under the black uniform dress and pulled down a pair of sensible white knickers.

Calmly, still holding her dress up so William could plainly see her hairy vulva, she stepped out of the panties and kicked them to one side.

Casually, Mai Ling sat on the cot, leaned against the wall and bent her knees, her feet were on the edge of the cot and parted her thighs.

Smiling, she extended her right foot and hooked it over William’s shoulder, pulling him forward with a brutal tug.

‘There! You licky lick!’

Shame welled with William as he stared at Mai Ling’s sex. The hair was black and not very curly, almost sparse so he could plainly see the dusky pink outer labia.

‘Hey! You no day dream! You licky lick!’

Her foot hooked over his shoulder again, pulled him closer and William leaned forward, his face mere inches from her pussy.

Mai Ling was obviously impatient as she pressed her hand against the back of his head and pulled his face directly into her sex!

‘Now,’ she said with a smile, looking down at William, ‘you licky lick! You make Mai Ling happy!’

William sighed and tentatively pushed his tongue through the sparse black pubic hair and touched Mai Ling’s labia, which forced a deep throated giggle from the Asian woman.

He used his tongue again and, this time, inhaled the scent of an aroused woman – ripe and aromatic with an aroma that instantly beguiled him.

Suddenly, Mai Ling used her foot to disdainfully push William back so she could look down at his hard, twitching cock.

‘Good, you make stiffy! You like to licky lick!’

Her foot pulled him back again and looped around him, holding him close.

‘Licky lick!’

The taste beguiled William and he threw himself into tonguing her with an eager abandon.

‘Slow! You do me slow! You no rush!’

With murmured instructions and pointing with her finger, Mai Ling guided William through the process as her own arousal built from his tentative and often clumsy approaches.

She gave a small sigh of pleasure as his fleshy tongue curled over and around her swollen clitoris.

‘That nice! You be good licky licker soon!’

Unexpectedly, there was more heat rising from her sex and the juices ran freely.

Mai Ling pulled his face more deeply into her sex as his hard cock pulsed wildly, red and erect, needy for relief!

He drank down her flowing juices as he licked and teased, following Mai Ling’s increasingly hoarse instructions!

‘You lick there! No, you now suck!’

She came with small growls and groans, mashing William’s slick face into her damp sex, forcing his nose against her trembling bud!

William was exhausted and breathless when Mai Ling finally pushed him away with her foot.

Smiling, she look down at his hard cock! Fat and long, the head swollen and purple, William needed to come!

‘Please,’ he murmured, eyes down, still tasting her on his lips.

‘Please what?’ Mai Ling teased.

‘Please…I need to come,’ he said sullenly. ‘You got off! I…’

‘No, you keep juices! Ms Bergman want you stiff! No pully pull this time!’

She swung her legs around and stood up. Bending over, she scooped up her panties and showed them into the pocket of her housekeepers uniform.

‘I keep shackles on,’ she taunted, ‘otherwise you play pully pull on your dicky! Ms Bergman get angry if you do that!’

William hung his head as Mai Ling closed the door to his small cell behind her.

Shit, he silently moaned, I really need to come!

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Story continues in Part 9 – to be published soon.

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The story so far is available as a downloadable PDF file at my home page. There are also downloadable previews of other works.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 9: More Lessons.

William could still taste Mai Ling!

Even after an hour, the scent of her juices filled his mouth. Also, as she had rubbed herself against his nose, his nostrils were also tainted with the ripe, urgent aroma of an aroused woman!

It was as if she had marked her territory!

Shit, he silently moaned again, I really need to come!

He blinked down at his stiff cock! It looked so different after what these crazy women had done to him! It was thicker and because of the circumcision and strange injections, the round swollen head seemed larger than normal!

His cock and balls felt large and when he moved, his now expanded, heavy balls slapped against his thighs.

All this for a garden wall!

Sadly, William thought of his mother, now revelling in her important role as Mrs Elise Harridan, socialite! Images of his stepfather Jason Harridan and his arrogant stepbrother, Edwin, also crammed into William confused brain with bitter memories.

If they knew of his plight, would they help him?

He thought his mother may want to help him but would be persuaded not to by her husband!

Jason Harridan was a sadistic bastard who had no time for a child that did not come from his loins!

And what about Robyn?

Sweet Robyn!

He had managed just one kiss with her on that fateful night, just one kiss before she had laughingly sent him on his way. William had been so confused by hot arousal that he had accidentally crashed into Ms Bergman’s wall!

If Robyn were here now, would he be able to persuade the chaste temptress to part her thighs for him?

Somehow, he doubted it!

Spoiled and wealthy, Robyn present a façade of sweetness to the outside world but William suspected there was a nasty side to the neighbourhood girl he craved.

Perhaps she was just teasing him?

Enjoyed the way his cock got hard and stretched his tight jeans after one little kiss!

If she could see me now!

William knew he would die from shame if she did! He knew she would cover her mouth with her long fingers and, with sparkling eyes, giggle at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock!

He wanted no one to see him like this!

No one!

*****

‘And your assessment, Mai Ling?’

Candace sat at her desk with a glass of sherry and accounting reports. Elaine stood beside her.

Mai Ling enjoyed the flicker of jealousy in Elaine’s eyes and smiled.

‘He good for first time licky lick.’

‘First time?’ Candace exclaimed. ‘Good heavens! He has never performed cunnilingus before?’

‘He macho bullshitter,’ Mai Ling said emphatically.

‘Mai Ling,’ Candace said coolly, ‘I am not impressed with the language of the gutter. I have given you some leeway, due to English being your second language, but we both know you can identify inappropriate words!’

‘So sorry, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said quickly. ‘I try harder!’

‘You certainly will, Mai Ling,’ Candace said coldly, ‘or Elaine will be given the task of modifying your behaviour!’

Elaine smiled at that and Mai Ling looked at the floor. The last thing Mai Ling wanted was to be punished by Elaine! Privately, Mai Ling considered Elaine to be a psychotic sadist!

‘Sorry, Ms Bergman. It no happen again.’

‘So,’ Candace said, returning to the topic of conversation, ‘he can improve his oral skills?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman. I teach?’ Mai Ling hopefully asked.

‘I can teach him, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said quickly, ‘I really can!’

‘I don’t want him harmed, Elaine,’ Candace cautioned.

‘I won’t hurt him…’

‘She hurt him, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said quickly. ‘She no help herself!’

‘I will not!’ Elaine protested.

‘You will both take it in turns to train him,’ Candace said. ‘However, you will not permanently harm him in anyway! I do not want permanent marks on his skin!  Is that clear, Elaine?’

‘Perfectly, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine murmured.

‘I hope you understand the consequences of making me cross, Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman, I do,’ Elaine said quickly.

*****

William heard the door opening and hoped that someone was going to remove the shackles that kept his arms bound behind him. The position had transitioned from mildly uncomfortable to plain painful!

Elaine smiled down at the kneeling William and there was a sharp glint in her eyes.

‘Are you going to curse and call me obscene names, William?’ Elaine whispered. ‘Are you going to call me a bad girl, a bitch and a slut?’

Her face was flushed and her eyes were flickering with something close to lust.

William mutely shook his head, wordlessly afraid of the danger signs that flashed within Elaine’s eyes.

‘What a pity,’ Elaine murmured. ‘Did my big boy enjoy tonguing Asian pussy?’

William flushed and looked away but his long, thick cock flexed into stiffness, a fact that was not lost on Elaine.

‘Oooo, big boy’s python is restless!’

She snickered at her comment and moved a little closer to the kneeling William.

‘You know what they say about eating Asian,’ Elaine said, kicking her shoes off. ‘Within an hour, you’re hungry again!’

Her stocking toe teased his rigid cock, the big toe tickling the exposed frenum and sending shivers through the restrained William.

His mind reeled with helplessness and deep seated hunger for sex, any sex!

If only he could come!

‘And by the look of that big thing,’ Elaine said softly, toe running up and down the pulsing shaft of the young man’s cock, ‘you’re eager to eat again! I’m sure such a big boy like you has a big appetite for pussy!’

Elaine dropped her foot and inserted her toes under William’s heavy balls, pushing up against the plump testicles.

The black nylon rasped against his sensitive zone and William blinked nervously.

‘I have studied karate for many years,’ she whispered, the tops of her nylon covered toes pushing against his balls, ‘but I have never delivered a specialised jab kick to a bloke’s balls! If only Ms Bergman would let me have just one little teeny weeny kick!’

William’s eyes widened with fear and he nervously licked his lips.

‘However, Ms Bergman was quite specific and she is not a woman to cross! Believe me, I know! She said I can’t hurt you permanently. Not yet, anyway. Oooh, your stiffy is going away! Is my big boy frightened of little old me?’

Elaine chuckled and she gently massaged William’s cock with her toes until his penis was rigid and pulsing.

When she was satisfied with the hardness, Elaine stepped back and calmly lifted her flared skirt to her waist, just as she had done in the library.

William gaped at the sudden sight of black suspender belt, tiny thong panties and stocking tops!

‘It’s polite to thank a lady,’ Elaine murmured, ‘when she shows you her knickers!’

Thank her for flashing? They’re all fucking crazy! She’s as mad as a hatter!

William’s tongue licked his lips again and he swallowed fear as it rose within his throat. He knew he was incredibly vulnerable in his present position and this weird, crazy bitch was capable of anything!

He took the only course of action available!’

‘Uh….thanks…’

‘I showed you my knickers in the library and you didn’t thank me then, either,’ Elaine said.

The teasing lilt had vanished from her voice and her eyes were hard and steely.

Once again, William capitulated, sensing that Elaine was looking for an excuse, any excuse to hurt him!

‘Ah…thanks…’

‘For what?’ Elaine asked coolly, toe foot pressing against his enlarged and heavy balls.

‘Er…thanks for showing…showing your kn…knickers…’

‘My pleasure, big boy,’ she said mockingly. ‘Now, you can take my panties down!’

He looked at her blankly and rattled the shackles that restrained his wrists as if to ask ‘how?’

‘With your teeth,’ Elaine answered his unspoken question, turning around and pushing her voluptuous bottom towards him.

The thin strip of cloth that bisected the globes of her arse teased and tantalised William. Elaine’s derriere was so smooth, round and creamy that his cock began to weep with frustration and need.

Elaine moved her bottom closer and he was able to take the thin strip of silky black cloth in his teeth! Her perfume washed over him as he began to tug the knickers down. Elaine offered little assistance and goaded him with mock encouragement.

‘It’s only a pair of girly knickers, big boy! Surely, a big horny boy like you can take girls knickers off!’

It was a struggle. His nose rubbed against the abrasive nylon mesh of her stockings as he pulled the undergarment down her thighs. William finally managed to tug the black thong down around Elaine’s ankles. Breathless from the exertion, his nose still grazing against the black nylon mesh of her stockings, William pushed the panties down until Elaine raised one leg.

Stepping from the panties, she scooped them up and pushed the crotch against William’s nose.

‘Smell me, big boy! You will get to know this very well!’

William tried to pull back but Elaine held his head firmly in place with her left hand while rubbing the undergarment brusquely over his face.

They’re crazy!

It was a strident, interior voice with a touch of plaintiveness in its tone.

They’re all fucking crazy!

‘I bet that smells better than that Asian bitch!’

With a short cackle of mirth, Elaine pulled the thong over William’s head and leered down at him. She put her left foot on the bed and pulled William’s head between her thighs, using the panties as a leash.

‘Let’s see how you lick! Remember, I expert class!’

William gaped up at her completely bald vulva.

There was a small gold ring through her left labia and a silver bar through her clitoral hood. Next to the swelling nether lips was a black tattoo of a lightning bolt.

His cock ached and the engorged, bulbous head glistened with pre-cum!

Without a word of protest, William pushed his face up and sucked on her elongated labia.

Elaine pushed him back, slapped his face hard, so hard William’s ears rang!

She glared at him and hissed, ‘I said class! This isn’t a piece of cheese, you moron! Stick your tongue out! Now, curl it! Better, big boy, better! Now, use it there!’

William followed her finger and did exactly what he had been told.

It was better, he decided to go along with the weird bitch!

Besides, if I lick her good, she might jerk me off or even better, let me fuck her!

‘Kiss it, moron, don’t chew!’

Elaine goaded, teased and taunted for the entire episode. She did not sit down, preferring to stand over the kneeling William and forcing her vulva firmly against his wet face.

‘Use your tongue there! Not there, moron! Here! Now suck!’

When Elaine shuddered and accepted her mild and minor orgasm, William sank back on his haunches with relief.

Elaine swung her hand back and slapped him hard across the face again!

‘I didn’t tell you to go anywhere! Did I?’

‘N…No…’ William spluttered, head ringing from the force of the slap and truly terrified of this maniacal woman who hadn’t even undressed so he could lick her! Just dropped her knickers and demanded satisfaction!

‘Get your face back there and kiss kitty! Softly! Tenderly! Like you loooove her!’

William’s cock was weeping tears of frustration and he trembled with a shocking need to come. The long, thick snake his cock had become through the injections, circumcision and lust, was pulsing wildly in step with the primeval rhythm of his heartbeat. The thick, engorged head of his cock was purple and bulbous, reminiscent of a modified cue ball on the gearshift of a 1960 MGB!

Elaine pushed William away in disgust.

‘Pathetic! You’ll have to do better than that! Give the big boy a C minus!’

She slapped him again just for the feeling the impact generated in the molten core of her hot sex.

‘Pick my knickers up, big boy!’

William scrambled to pick up the flimsy undergarment with his teeth, fearful she would punch him in the face!

She’s fucking crazy!

‘I’ll be back,’ she said in a mock Arnie accent and giggled.

‘What about me?’ William had the nerve to ask.

‘You?’

‘I need to come!’ William screamed and Elaine giggled.

Squatting down, she lightly held his hard cock in her right hand, feeling the heat and pulsing energy of it.

‘You want me to tug this a little for you, big boy?’

‘Yes! Fucking yes!’

‘Perhaps,’ Elaine said, licking her lips, ‘you’d like me to suck it? Slobber all over that big donger?’

‘Oh fuck yes! Please!’

Elaine smiled and cruelly slapped William’s hard cock.

‘Ow!’ William cried more in shock than pain as his hard cock bobbed from the force of the blow.

‘Ms Bergman wants you horny, big boy!’ Elaine said, standing up. ‘She’ll only be happy when you are hard all the time,’ Elaine explained, wiggling into her knickers and pulling the undergarment up under her skirt.

Smoothing her skirt down, she leered at William.

‘And believe me, that won’t take long!

Elaine slammed the door on the way out and then regretted it, as she wondered if the reverberation disguised the sound of William sobbing.

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Story continues in Part 10 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

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The story so far is available as a downloadable PDF file at my home page. There are also downloadable previews of other works.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 10: An Acquired Taste.

William moaned from a deep and agonising frustration that rattled his swollen balls with a ferocity he had never felt before. Helpless, he could only lick as Mai Ling manoeuvred his face against her wet vulva. He was lying strapped down on the bed, his arms and legs completely immobilised by heavy straps.

Mai Ling sat on his face, facing his feet so she could administer motivation to his exposed balls!

Nothing like a little slap or poke to make him more eager to suck me!

It was the third time he had licked the sadistic Asian woman and even William could tell he was getting better at it. Especially after Elaine had used him twice.

The Asian bitch was tough enough but that crazy Elaine was as vicious as a snake!

Mai Ling pulled his head against her pussy and rubbed her protruding clit against his nose.

William’s balls were swollen and heavy with arousal while his cock leaked pre-cum as he licked and sucked. He could not remember the last time he had come!

‘You do better!’ Mai Ling said, smacking William’s balls with the palm of her hand. ‘You make me happy! You licky lick better!’

She slapped his heavy balls once again for good measure!

William cried out and Mai Ling giggled.

It felt funny when he made sudden noises. She swore she could feel the sensations of his cries deep in her cunt!

He get good! I come soon! He good boy!

Candace walked into the conservatory and noticed that Mai Ling had arranged four chairs in a line. Doctor Steerburg was already seated in one of the chairs and Candace knew one was for her special guest, so assumed the other was for Elaine.

Elaine entered the study at that precise moment, her face flushed and Candace guessed she had been checking on William.

‘I hope you haven’t been indulging in your desire to administer pain, Elaine?’

‘N…no, Ms Bergman. I was just checking…’

‘I do not believe Bernard and Mai Ling will require any assistance. Please take a seat. I may need you to take notes!’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman.’

Elaine sat demurely next to Candace and took out her small leather bound notebook.

Doctor Steerburg glanced at the notebook and idly wondered if it was covered in human skin or pigskin. Knowing Elaine, anything is possible!

The door opened and Mai Ling stepped into the conservatory and glanced at Candace.

‘Your guest is in the foyer, Ms Bergman.’

‘Show him in.’

Moments later, a heavy set man, in a dark suit designed to hide his portly figure, entered. He glanced uneasily at Elaine and Doctor Steerburg.

‘Come in Mister Harridan; my associates are quite discreet.’

Jason Harridan, William’s stepfather walked to the chairs and sat down.

‘I think you’ve met Elaine, my assistant,’ Candace said with a nod.

Elaine’s expression was steely but she said nothing.

‘And Doctor Steerburg.’

Harridan nodded and then asked Candace, ‘and where is he?’

‘Please be patient, Mister Harridan. He will be here in a moment. I caution you against speaking as he may recognise your voice.’

‘My voice?’ Harridan said. ‘He’ll see me…’

‘That has been taken care of,’ Candace said airily.

‘You’ve…you’ve taken his eyes?’ Harridan asked eagerly and Candace permitted herself a fleeting smile.

‘No, nothing that drastic – yet!’

Mai Ling coughed politely.

‘He come now, Ms Bergman. Bernard bring him.’

Candace gave Mai Ling a curt nod and primly arranged the hem of her very fashionable skirt to her knees.

Elaine covertly looked down and wished she could afford to buy pantyhose of the luxurious quality that Ms Berman wore.

William suddenly appeared at the door and shuffled in, wearing              an eyeless leather hood. There were holes to breathe through but it was still confining and frightening in the hood as he no idea where he was or who was in the room..

Just as Candace had wanted!

He was completely naked with his hands bound tightly behind him with specialist metal manacles.

William had watched in horror as Bernard had welded the cuffs shut around his wrists and ankles.

‘They won’t be coming off anytime soon,’ Bernard had chuckled as he locked the chains onto each cuff. ‘These were designed by Ms Bergman so we can manoeuvre you into whatever position we want. She’s one clever lady!’

‘She’s fucking crazy!’ William had muttered.

It was a minor show of defiance. William no longer shouted or cursed as much as he once did. Fear tames the wildest animal as Ms Candace Bergman knew so well!

Now, he was helpless and the manacles and chains rattled with each shuffling step.

Jason Harridan, William’s stepfather gaped at the changes that were so obvious to his stepson. A mild tremor of sexual excitement rippled through his portly frame.

‘The improvements are,’ Candace said to Doctor Steerburg, ‘remarkable!’

Williams’s chest, arms, buttocks and legs rippled with muscles. Completely hairless, his body shone under the ceiling lights. His cut cock was large and hung like a bulbous headed snake over plump balls that were now the size of small apples! His cock was fatter than before and even half erect, it looked huge!

The balls slapped against his thighs as he walked, reminding William of the insane changes that had been wrought on his body!

He heard Ms Bergman’s voice but he also sensed there were others in the room.

The shame and fear shivered through his overwrought nervous system and everyone watched as his mammoth cock stirred and then rose like a fat snake until it stood proudly, pulsing rhythmically as it jutted from his bald groin.

There was a faint slick of moisture around the eye of his cock and the balls seemed to swell even more.

‘Very impressive,’ Candace murmured, glancing at Jason Harridan who was staring open mouthed at his stepson. ‘I think, Doctor, ‘ she said to Steerburg, ‘congratulations are in order.’

‘Thanks. I can make the testicles larger, if you wish?’

Candace glanced at Harridan who nodded frantically.

‘Why not?’ Candace said with a shrug.

Bernard guided William to a chair and forced the young man to sit down.

Candace rose and stood behind him, resting a soft hand on the muscular shoulders.

‘You will be,’ she said, her exotic perfume infiltrating the hood that enclosed William’s head, ‘my finest work. You will truly be a work of art!’

A small noise came from the hood. So faint, Candace almost missed it.

She leaned closer and asked, ‘did you utter something, William?’

Everyone held their breath and in the suddenly silent room, they heard a small, ‘please?’

Candace frowned and leaned even more closely.

‘Please? Please what?’

‘Please let me go!’

The words were shrill and agonised and the tone sent a shiver of sexual joy through Elaine who squeezed her thighs together while trying to remain calm.

Jason harridan licked his lips and Candace noted that sweat was forming on his upper lip.

Another true sadist, she thought, a man who truly loves pain in others!

‘I’m afraid that is impossible, William,’ Candace said firmly. ‘You have an obligation to fulfil!’

Candace then turned to Doctor Steerburg to discuss other modifications while Jason Harridan and Elaine listed eagerly.

Mai Ling and Bernard stood stoically by the door and everyone in the room ignored the quiet sobbing that came from the leather hood.

Elsie Harridan, William’s mother, looked up when Jason walked into the living room.

‘Have you any news?’ Elsie asked.

Jason shook his head sadly.

‘None, I’m afraid. The police say that William has left the country.’

‘Oh? Left the country, but…how? He had no money…’

‘It seems he has fallen in with the wrong crowd. Don’t worry, darling,’ Jason said, resting his hand warmly on his wife’s shoulder, ‘I’m using all my resources to find him!’

An image of William naked and hooded in the chair with his now huge cock and large balls flickered in front of Jason’s eyes for a brief second. His own cock pulsed at the thought.

‘We have to get on with life, Elsie,’ Jason said firmly.

‘I know but…’

‘We have to be steadfast, Elsie. Now,’ he said with a warm smile, ‘why don’t you go upstairs and dress in that schoolgirl uniform I bought you?’

Elsie considered refusing but the cold glint in her husband’s eyes persuaded her not to.

‘Of course, darling,’ she said woodenly, standing.

‘And, Elsie,’ Jason called after her in a thick voice, ‘be a naughty girl and don’t wear knickers!’

As his wife dutifully walked upstairs to change, Jason Harridan poured himself a drink.

‘Naughty girls,’ he muttered huskily, ‘get spanked!’

His cock throbbed as he remembered the quiet sobbing from under the hood which disguised his stepson.

Hurriedly, he swallowed the drink and hurried upstairs, his movements driven by the urgent need for his kind of sex!

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Story continues in Part 11 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

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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 story site. Links to all my WebPages are available at my homepage. There are also downloadable previews of other works.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 11: Preparation for Display.

Mai Ling looked down at William as he eagerly licked and sucked on her very wet vulva. He was no longer hesitant and hungrily went after pussy the moment he saw the tantalising cleft, the mound of Venus, before his increasingly desperate eyes!

His attitude had changed remarkably in such a short time. Mai Ling found there was no need to slap William’s bloated balls to motivate his efforts, although she still enjoyed giving him a slap every now and again.

The large, modified balls were now the size of very large apples and were an easy target. Mai Ling liked the way they swung after she slapped them hard. Of course, she never touched his modified cock!

His cut cock was very large and, erect, had a remarkable similarity to the sexual appendage of a small horse! And it had been erect for some time!

William’s large cock was thick and hard – constantly! The large head was swollen and red and the elongated eye was constantly weeping.

Completely hairless, Williams’s chest, arms, buttocks and legs were swollen with rippling muscles, thanks to the strange injections concocted by Doctor Steerburg.

Immediately after he had been unknowingly displayed to his step-father, Mai Ling had, under instructions from Doctor Steerburg, injected each of his balls one more time.

The screams were heard through the house and Elaine’s eyes had shone at the sounds of male anguish.

‘C…could I learn to give injections, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine had cautiously asked.

‘That may be considered, Elaine,’ Candace had answered. ‘That skill may be useful for our next tableau.’

The pain from the injection had subsided and William had to fight against his arousal once again.

It was difficult as both Mai Ling and Elaine delighted in making him go down on them at the strangest times. Elaine, in particular, enjoyed demeaning William, forcing him to his knees so she could stand over him and ride his face with gusto!

Toda, it had been Mai Ling’s turn. Mai Ling had brought William his food and, with his hands restrained behind his back, fed him like a baby, spoon by teasing spoonful.

‘You open mouth like big boy!’

While she fed him with one hand, the fingers of her other hand gently tickled his balls, making William groan with frustration as his bulbous headed cock throbbed with need!

Mai Ling was dressed in her dark uniform with white socks and sensible flat heeled, lace up shoes which she did not bother to remove prior to raising her dress for William.

She had simply raised her dress, removed her sensible white knickers and pushed William’s eager face to her cunt!

A long session of pussy licking followed until Mai Ling enjoyed two orgasms!

William had never felt so aroused before in his life! It was tortuous but, at the same time his mind was gradually discarding other thoughts as all he focussed on was pussy!

‘You stop now,’ Mai Ling said, pushing William back with her foot, the heel pushing against his muscles.

William looked up at her, his face wet and his eyes desperate. His hands, with the permanent specialist metal cuffs on each wrist, were shackled behind his back and he almost wept with the memory of being able to pull his own cock, to feel release.

Of course, Mai Ling made no offer to stroke him, although she constantly teased William to a point where his distracted mind was buzzing with lust and submissiveness.

‘P…please,’ he mumbled, staring at Mai Ling’s sex as if it was the most beautiful object on the planet.

Maybe, Mai Ling thought evilly, pussy is now! This boy good licker!

‘Maybe later, if you good boy,’ Mai Ling smiled. ‘You pick up panties, now!’

She pointed at her discarded panties and waited to see if William would refuse, if there was further conditioning needed.

Red faced, William seized the panties with his teeth and offered them to Mai Ling. He felt silly with the white panties hanging down his chin but there was always one hope that drove him to comply.

Maybe, they will let me come if I’m good, if I just do what they want!

If…if…

‘You good boy,’ Mai Ling giggled, patting William’s bald head as she took the panties from his mouth.

Doctor Steerburg sat down in front of Candace Berman’s imposing desk.

‘I’ve just looked in on your subject…’

‘And?’

‘William is now rather compliant. The mild sedatives in his food have seen to that. Those sedatives, combined with the chemical aphrodisiac have made him very malleable indeed.’

‘So I have heard from Elaine,’ Candace said dryly. ‘I hope that William is not too sedated, Doctor.’

‘What do you mean, Ms Bergman?’

‘I want him to be completely aware of his surroundings, of his performance.’

Doctor Steerburg laughed.

‘Oh, he’ll be aware, Ms Bergman. He’ll know every moment of his humiliating performance.’

Jason Harridan smiled at his wife.

‘Look what I have!’

‘W…what is it, darling?’ Elise asked anxiously.

‘It’s a postcard from William.’

‘William! A postcard?’

Elise eagerly took the postcard from his hand and read it.

Jason had easily forged it, a skill he had developed since forging academic reports from college and he knew Elise would not suspect anything. He had not married her for her intelligence!

Edwin, Jason Harridan’s son from his first marriage and William’s stepbrother appeared in the doorway.

‘What’s happening, Dad?’

‘We received as postcard from William, son,’ Jason said, watching Elise read the card again.

‘That is good news,’ Edwin said sarcastically.

Jason shot him a warning look but Elise did not recognise her stepson’s sarcasm.

‘It seems,’ Jason carried on, ‘William is going to see the world. He’s in London.’

‘London, England?’ Edwin asked, suppressing a smile. He knew very well where William was and what was happening to him.

‘Yes,’ Jason said, frowning at his son, warning him, ‘London, England.’

‘It…it says,’ Elise said with glistening eyes, ‘he wants to see the world that he might go to Australia…’

‘Australia!’ Edwin laughed. ‘What for, for god sakes! It’s such a long way…’

‘Perhaps William is looking for adventure,’ Jason said quickly.

A furtive image of William, bound and hooded flickered behind Jason Harridan’s eyes for an instant.

‘I hope he’s happy,’ Elise murmured, wondering again why her son had not said goodbye.

‘I’m sure he is. Edwin, open a bottle of bubbly, we must celebrate the good news. You’ll have a drink, won’t you my dear?’

Elise managed a small smile.

‘Yes, dear,’ she said, dropping the postcard onto the coffee table.

‘Then,’ Jason continued, ‘the three of us will go out to dinner!’

‘Is that want you wanted, Ms Bergman?’ Marlon Paterson asked anxiously.

Any work for Ms Bergman was a little exotic but she always paid very well indeed.

Candace frowned as she looked at the metal piece in front of her.

The base was constructed like a pyramid and supported a large X-frame. Everything was made from metal that had been painted red and the surface gleamed like fresh blood.

‘It appears to meet my specifications,’ Candace said at last.

‘Shall I test it, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine asked eagerly and Candace nodded.

‘The buttons are here,’ Marlon said helpfully.

Elaine shot him an icy glare.

‘I can see perfectly well, Mister Paterson.’

She pressed the button and the X-frame began to slowly tilt up in one direction.

‘It’s a powerful motor, Ms Bergman,’ Marlon Paterson said quickly, ‘just as you wanted.’

‘It appears,’ Candace said finally after watching the frame move up and down a few times, ‘that it is admirable, Mister Paterson.’

Marlon grinned brightly.

‘You can stop playing with it now, Elaine,’ Candace said briskly.

Reluctantly, Elaine switched the machine off.

Turning to Paterson, she said calmly, ‘my assistant will pay you, Mister Paterson.’

‘T…thank you, Ms Bergman,’ Paterson said obsequiously. ‘It’s been a real pleasure as always. Will you require anything for next month?’ Paterson hopefully asked.

‘Once this tableau is completed, I shall be giving my next work of art my deepest consideration. It is a delicate balance between art and entertainment.’

Candace walked from the room and Elaine’s eyes glinted as she frowned at Marlon Paterson.

‘So, how much are you stinging Ms Bergman for this time?’

Marlon Patterson swallowed and offered his account.

‘D…do you think,’ he whispered as Elaine studied the invoice, ‘that I c…could go to one of her tableaux? I…I’d stand at the back…I wouldn’t intrude…’

‘I’m afraid not,’ Elaine snapped. ‘Ms Bergman does not entertain tradesmen! I’ll write a cheque.’

‘Have all the invitations been delivered, Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

‘Has Mai Ling designed the menu?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

‘And is William ready?’

‘More than ready, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine giggled. ‘He could pop at any moment…’

‘If he does,’ Candace said evenly, ‘I would be very disappointed.’

Elaine swallowed.

‘Of course, Ms Bergman, I just…’

‘There will be no “popping” until the appropriate moment, Elaine.’

‘U…understood, Ms Bergman.’

‘I am looking forward to tomorrow night,’ Candace said with a thin smile. ‘This one will be my finest work yet!’

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Story continues in Part 12 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

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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.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 12: An Artistic Soiree.

Mai Ling and Elaine studied William with undisguised lust.

The young man was, as usual, naked, and his modified cock stood proudly hard, dripping copious amounts of lubrication and quivering rhythmically with every beat of his racing heart.

Every nerve, every blood vessel in his rippling body silently screamed the dominating desire to orgasm!

It was now an over riding primeval need, more intense than any other and had ridden to the top of Maslow’s hierarchy, bypassing even self actualisation.

Perhaps, if Abraham Maslow had thought to conduct this experiment of tease and complete sexual denial in 1943, his scientific paper may have been slightly different!

William’s enlarged testicles seemed as if they were engorged with sperm, swollen to the size of plump, red apples. The tight bald skin of his large testicles even resembled the tight skin of several varieties of apples. Mai Ling smiled as she watched the wobbling sac and wondered if the young captive would suffer extreme pain if she brutally kicked those ripe fruit.

William’s mind was racing and slightly confused with both the sedatives and his constant arousal. It was difficult for him to concentrate on anything but his desire to come! The aphrodisiac bubbling in his system enslaved him with a deep seated need to orgasm.

Nothing else mattered!

Nothing!

It had been so long since…when was the last time?

William could not remember his last orgasm and he looked plaintively at the two women, his torturers, as they smiled down at him with the supreme serenity and self-confidence of a wrathful saint.

He was handcuffed to the bed and Mai Ling saw how easy it would be for her to simply raise her skirt and slide down on that large pole that protruded from William’s denuded groin.

That modified, enlarged cut cock would fill her in a way she had not experienced for sometime, stretching her and pushing against her vaginal walls with a fullness that was very enticing. It was a tempting proposition.

But Ms Bergman would not like that! She no want boy to pop!

William’s body had also been modified and his hairless chest was muscular and taut. Even his hairless skull gave the impression of tight, muscular masculinity and testosterone.

The Minotaur enslaved!

Elaine licked her lips.

‘Perhaps,’ she said to Mai Lin without looking at the other women, ‘we could…you know…use him one last time…’

Mai Ling smiled knowingly at the weakness of her competitor for the affections of Ms Bergman.

‘No,’ Mai Ling said firmly, ‘Ms Bergman say he no lick pussy until later! He could pop and Ms Bergman no want that!’

‘I know!’ Elaine said crossly. ‘I was merely suggesting…’

‘I tell Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said with a sly smile.

‘No! There’s no need, I was…’

‘I tell Ms Bergman! She hurt you with humiliation!’

The Asian woman was completely aware of Elaine’s desires, knowing that the one thing Elaine craved was to be physically punished by the cool Ms Bergman.

Mai Ling also knew that Ms Bergman was crueller than anyone could even imagine and that she withheld such a punishment to hurt Elaine.

‘Mai Ling, there is no need,’ Elaine said, ‘and I doubt you would want to make me cross!’

‘You no scare me,’ Mai Ling said, eyes closing slightly until they were slender slants of calm. ‘I beat you silly and chop you into little pieces for my cats!’

‘I am not attempting to frighten you, Mai Ling,’ Elaine said in a conciliatory tone. ‘Let’s get the boy ready.’

‘You no touch cock!’

‘I did not intend to,’ Elaine sniffed, striding from the room, wondering why Ms Bergman tolerated the slender Asian psychopath!

Smiling, Mai Ling hurried after Elaine, leaving William whimpering with need on the bed.

If only someone would touch his cock!

Please!

Please, someone, jerk me off!

Please…

Ms Bergman surveyed the room.

The catering staff, hired from a very discrete service company that Ms Bergman had part ownership of, stood waiting respectfully, hands behind their backs, while Ms Bergman inspected the room.

Elaine and Mai Ling stood by the doors and nervously waited for Ms Bergman’s verdict.

Everything in the room sparkled and the young men and women of the catering staff were impeccably dressed in black and white.

The young men had been warned to shine their shoes as Ms Bergman particularly despised unpolished shoes.

‘And where will the bar be?’

‘In the kitchen, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said quickly before Mai Ling could answer. ‘The drinks will be on trays…’

‘I think I just asked where the bar would be, Elaine. Spare me tedious details.’

‘Sorry, Ms Bergman.’

Ms Bergman turned to the line of young men and women.

‘Girls and boys, my guests tonight are quite important in society but here they are treated simply as guests with, shall we say, different tastes.’

The young men and women of the catering staff listened attentively. Some had worked at Ms Bergman’s functions previously and knew what to expect. They had gleefully told the new employees who were now eagerly awaiting the evening to begin.

‘You will all be paid rather well for this evening’s work,’ Ms Bergman continued, ‘and I also expect you to be discrete. No one needs to know what goes on here!’

She surveyed the group, her eyes glittering and everyone knew it would not be in their best interests to share information about what occurred at Ms Bergman’s special soiree!

Elaine stepped forward and clapped hands.

‘Get to your stations! The first guests will be here soon!’

William struggled against his bonds but the cuffs that locked his wrists and ankles to the extremities of the modified X-frame were unbreakable.

The sedative Mai Ling and Elaine had administered that had allowed them to lead him docilely to the X-frame was wearing off and he wondered what was going on!

These crazy people!

They had moved the X-frame to another room. It had wheels on the bottom and could move from side to side with ease, the electric motor in its base whirring busily.

Elaine had parked the X-frame before a large mirror and William stared at his reflection. Shame and fear bubbled through him as he stared at his modified cock standing proudly from his bald groin, his enlarged balls hanging prominently below his quivering shaft!

The doors opened and Ms Bergman stepped in, followed by Mai Ling, Elaine and Doctor Steerburg.

Ms Bergman studied William thoughtfully.

‘P…please…’ William begged.

He wasn’t sure if he was pleading for his release or for an orgasm.

Ms Bergman ignored him and turned to Elaine.

‘I think,’ she announced, ‘the black leather hood.’

‘The leather hood, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine asked eagerly.

‘Yes,’ Ms Bergman said. ‘I think the glossy finish of the black leather as well as it’s strong texture will add to the masculinity of the appearance.’ latex hood will give a certain touch to his appearance.’

‘I’ll go get…’

‘Wait one moment, Elaine, I have not finished!’

‘S…sorry, Ms Bergman…’

‘The hood I have in mind has closures over the eyes which is very important. There is also a closure over the mouth?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman…’

‘Then that is the hood I will require. Mai Ling?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘The body needs to be oiled. I want him to gleam!’

‘Ooh yes, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling murmured looking William up and down, ‘I do!’

Elaine frowned with jealously.

‘Mai Ling?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘His penis is super sensitive and I suggest you wait to oil his substantial member until Doctor Steerburg has administered the numbing injection.’

William blinked at the crazy women who surrounded him.

Numbing injection?

‘Yes, Ms Bergman, I wait.’

Ms Bergman turned to the sullen Elaine.

‘And where is the hood, Elaine?’

‘I…I’m sorry, Ms Bergman, I’ll get it immediately.’

‘Can you do that?’ Ms Bergman said sarcastically. ‘I would not like to intrude on your thinking time!’

Mai Ling tittered into her hand as Elaine flushed deeply.

‘I’ll get it now, Ms Bergman,’ she said, hurrying away.

‘Now, Doctor Steerburg,’ Ms Bergman said, ‘the timing is crucial. How long will it take for the numbing injection to wear off?’

‘Three and a half hours from the moment of injection.’

‘And he will still be aroused during that period?’

‘His penis will be excruciatingly sensitive but he will not be able to orgasm, even though he will feel constantly on the edge of release, especially with stimulation!’

‘Excellent, Doctor Steerburg,’ Ms Bergman beamed. ‘I find that outcome to be particularly satisfactory.’

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Story continues in Part 13 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.carmenicadiaz.com

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.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 13: On Display.

Once again, William tried to move against his bonds but the attempt was ultimately useless. The cuffs that locked his wrists and ankles to the X-frame were unbreakable and the tension within the links prevented more than just a slight movement.

He was, William realised, permanently held in the spread eagled position with his nakedness on display!

They had cruelly positioned the mobile X-frame before a large, floor to ceiling mirror. William sadly looked at his reflection in the large mirror and shivered with shame. The leather hood disguised his face a little but it was the sight of his modified body that made him blush with shame!

Doctor Steerburg’s hormonal and steroid concoction had modified William’s physique to such a large extent, his body was almost unrecognisable from the body he had inhabited for all his life.

Now thick and muscular, William’s body was, in a strange way, distorted!  His new large muscles were prominent and rippling in a grotesquely fascinating dance over his body. The scented oil Mai Ling had teasingly applied to his body made him, to William’s eyes, look even more obscene.

It didn’t help that his lengthy, fat, now circumcised cock was rigid like a steel pole, standing to attention and pulsing rhythmically in time with his racing heartbeat.  His plump, enlarged and painfully, full balls hung like a crop of pink apples below the quivering cock.

These crazy people!

Look what they’ve done to me!

William felt horribly embarrassed as he was in the centre of the room and surrounded by young men and women who were preparing for some sort of party! They glanced at William as they hurried past, their eyes always falling to William’s quivering cock.

The eyes of the men narrowed with a frown of disgust as they strode past, intent on their functions of hospitality, wanting to ignore such a blatant sexual display from the bound man.

The young women were either expressionless or openly staring at William’s fat, long, hard cock that stood proudly in the bald terrain of his groin, quivering with every heartbeat, the fat cockhead moving with each throb of William’s pulse.

One young woman with flaming red hair, licked her lips involuntarily as she stared at the pulsing, thick cock.

‘It’s so thick,’ she whispered to a companion who nodded slightly.

‘Forget the length,’ the dark haired companion giggled softly, ‘it’s the girth that fills you up!’

Still giggling, the two young women scurried away with silver trays filled with gleaming wineglasses.

The sound of voices roused William from his humiliation as he recognised the imperious tones of Ms Bergman.

Ms Bergman stepped into the room, followed by Mai Ling, Elaine and Doctor Steerburg.

For a moment, Ms Bergman ignored William and, instead, inspected the room.

‘This is delightful,’ she pronounced and there were faint expressions of relief on the faces of the catering staff.

Ms Bergman, the staff knew, paid very well indeed but could be quite difficult. There had been stories of Ms Bergman chastising an impolite member of the catering team and then slapping the poor young man’s face.

An athlete and a little chauvinistic, the young man was about to retaliate when he saw the coldness in the eyes of Elaine and Mai Ling. Both women were poised like snow leopards, ready to pounce on him if he dared raise his hand to Ms Bergman.

Suddenly, the young man knew that both women would cheerfully dissect him before he could raise a hand.

So he stood there, feeling the eyes of the catering staff on him, his face red from the slap and the shame while Ms Bergman examined him.

Smiling coldly, she had slapped him again.

Then again, the sound of each slap loud in the room.

Finally, she dismissed the red faced and shaking young man before arranging roses in the centre vase as if nothing had happened.

No, no member of the catering staff wanted to make that woman angry!

Ms Bergman turned back to the X-frame studied William thoughtfully.

‘Very attractive,’ she said. ‘The oil brings a certain definition to the muscular display.’

She looked pointedly at William’s pulsing cock and frowned.

‘I do not see any oil on the penis or the testicles, Mai Ling!’

‘I sorry, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said hurriedly while Elaine smirked, ‘I wait until Doctor inject…’

‘I believe the injection has been administered,’ Ms Bergman said calmly. Turning to Doctor Steerburg, she asked, ‘isn’t that so, Doctor?’

‘Fifteen minutes ago, Ms Bergman.’

‘I see,’ Ms Bergman said, looking at the white faced Mai Ling. ‘It appears, Mai Ling you have been derelict in your duties!’

‘I did not know, Ms Bergman! I sorry! I oil cock now! Oil balls too!’

‘No,’ Ms Bergman said calmly, ‘I do not think that will be necessary. Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Get the oil. You can oil the genitalia of our display!’

‘Thank you, Ms Bergman!’

Elaine shot Mai Ling a triumphal look and almost ran from the room.

Mai Ling glared after her but her expression turned to apprehension when Ms Bergman said mildly, ‘I can punish you, Mai Ling. You are not above punishment!’

‘I know, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling, pale and trembling said. ‘I sorry.’

‘I think you would be sorrier if I punished you. Or,’ she added evenly, ‘if I ordered you to punish yourself.’

‘I know, Ms Bergman. I really sorry!’

‘What would you prefer, Mai Ling? To punish yourself or to be punished by Elaine?’

Mai Ling gaped at Ms Bergman who smiled thinly.

‘Me! I punish myself, Ms Bergman! I sorry! I really sorry I forget to oil cock! I punish myself! You tell me to! I really sorry!’

‘Of course you are,’ Ms Bergman said as Elaine, breathless with exertion and, perhaps anticipation, burst back into the room, carrying the body oil.

‘Is it the same scent, Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine stammered, holding the bottle up, ‘cinnamon and nutmeg oil, your special mixture.’

‘Excellent! You may begin oiling the sexual organs.’

William blinked at his calm torturer through the eyeholes of the hood.

‘P…please…Ms Bergman…please…’ William begged.

Elaine smiled and Doctor Steerburg noticed that Elaine’s hands trembled as she poured oil into the palm.

‘This will feel nice for you, William,’ Ms Bergman said as Elaine began to apply the oil to his quivering penis.

As her hand massaged the oil in, moving up and down the straining, rigid cock with soft slurping noise, William groaned with sharp sexual frustration.

William’s head lolled back and he groaned again as Elaine massaged oil into his enlarged bald balls with one hand while moving the other up and down his slick cock. The plump head of his cock with its eye gaping, was plum coloured and shiny from the oil.

‘Please…please,’ William begged.

Ms Bergman and Doctor Steerburg smiled.

‘The sensations are obviously still there, Doctor.’

‘Just as you requested, Ms Bergman. I believe he feels like he can orgasm, almost reaches climax but then finds he cannot ejaculate. It must be very frustrating for him.’

‘And that circumstance will remain for…?’

‘Another two and a half hours. Once the three hours have passed from the time of injection, he will be able to orgasm. I hasten to add, that the process of providing the young man with ejaculation may take a little while. He may not actually orgasm until up to thirty minutes after the three hours have elapsed.’

Doctor Steerburg looked thoughtfully at William’s red, glistening cock as Elaine, eyes narrow with lust, slowly moved her hand up and down it.

Elaine looked up at William and smiled when she saw his eyes in the hood’s eyeholes were wide and panicky.

‘I would imagine, though,’ Doctor Steerburg continued, ‘that he will ejaculate immediately after the injection has worn off. He seems awfully needy!’

‘Are not all men needy with their weak little ways?’

‘Yes, of course, but this specimen hasn’t experienced an orgasm for such a long time. As well, he has been subjected to aphrodisiacs and constant teasing and petting. I imagine his mental status is somewhat animalistic with achieving sexual climax as his only goal!’

‘Just the way he should be. This is an artistic soiree, Doctor, designed to explore the sexual weakness and helplessness of the suburban male.’’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman,’ Doctor Steerburg said hurriedly, ‘we are all looking forward to it!’

‘Elaine!’

Elaine’s hand paused mid stroke and she looked at Ms Bergman.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

William’s entire body was quivering and he felt he could come, felt so close to orgasm at last, that he feverishly wished Elaine would keep wanking him.

‘I think, Elaine, the penis is well oiled!’

‘Yes,’ Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said, reluctantly releasing the throbbing cock.

‘No!’ William screamed gutturally. ‘Please, don’t stop, please…’

‘There will be more later, William,’ Ms Bergman said soothingly. ‘Elaine, you may close the eyeholes of the hood. Our first guests will arrive shortly and I think it’s important there be a little mystery for our young display until his climatic moment!’

They watched Elaine close the hood eyeholes and the women walked a few steps way as William croaked, ‘please! Please let me come!’

‘Elaine,’ Ms Bergman said mildly, examining the white tablecloth of one of the tables set with wineglasses.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

‘Mai Ling has been tardy in her duties.’

Elaine smiled at Mai Ling who gulped.

‘So I saw, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly.

‘Mai Ling,’ Ms Bergman said evenly, ‘you will ask Elaine to spank you five times.’

Mai Ling flushed furiously.

She did not fear the spanking, Mai Ling could take any pain but the humiliation of having to ask Elaine to spank her was a terrible punishment.

Elaine was grinning broadly and Doctor Steerburg looked on with amusement dancing within her grey eyes. Ms Bergman was, as usual, expressionless.

‘Elaine,’ Mai Ling muttered, ‘please spank me five times.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Elaine said innocently, ‘I could not hear you. What were you saying?’

Doctor Steerburg stifled a chuckle and watched as Mai Ling gritted her teeth.

‘Please spank me five times!’ Mai Ling spat out and Elaine smiled.

‘I think, Elaine,’ Ms Bergman said mildly, ‘you heard that. Take Mai Ling to the kitchen and spank her there. Use only your hand!’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

It was even more humiliating for Mai Ling that Ms Bergman did not even supervise her punishment.

‘And hurry up, Elaine,’ Ms Bergman called after them, ‘the guests will be here at any moment!’

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Story continues in Part 14 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.carmenicadiaz.com

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.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 14: In the Kitchen.

Mai Ling bent over the kitchen table and grimaced as Elaine delivered the first stinging spank of her punishment.

Elaine, of course, extracted every tiny quivering portion of humiliation possible from the moment, and was in no hurry to award Mai Ling the five spanks.

Of course, she dared not give more than the five directed by Ms Bergman but she was certainly going to make each one count!

The catering staff hurried about their preparations with furtive glances at the woman spread eagled face down over the large kitchen table. Some of the young women looked at the scene through their eyelashes and shivered inwardly with shame as they imagined themselves in the same awful predicament - with skirt raised to the waist and tights and knickers pulled triumphantly around the ankles. So exposed to everyone!

‘That was the first one,’ Elaine whispered into Mai Ling’s ear, palm of her hand pressing against Mai Ling’s buttock.

‘Get on with it!’ Mai Ling hissed, feeling the cool air circulating around her naked lower regions.

Elaine chuckled and delivered the second blow – a stinging smack that made Mai Ling jump just a little.

Pausing for a moment, Elaine trailed her long fingers over Mai Ling’s arse and allowed her long fingernails to scrape the white flesh.

‘I would have thought you would have had a fatter arse,’ Elaine murmured, ‘but it’s bony and angular! Not at all attractive to men or women!’

‘I get you!’ Mai Ling hissed, head defiantly back, eyes clenched shut against the humiliation and shame. ‘I kill you in your sleep, you lesbo whore shit!’

‘Now, now, no need to call me names,’ Elaine giggled. ‘I think you like this.’

‘I no like! I hate! I hate you!’

‘So you say,’ Elaine taunted. ‘I bet your little Asian slit is a little sticky from this. Are you damp and sticky, Mai Ling?’

‘You touch, you die!’ Mai Ling spat!

‘Elaine, what on earth is going on?’

Elaine went white at the sound of Ms Bergman’s voice and she whirled around.

Ms Bergman was standing in the doorway, calmly blocking the access point to the kitchen and the catering staff were queued behind her, peeping over her shoulder at the strange scene within the kitchen.

‘Ah…’

‘I said five spanks, Elaine, just five! You seemed to have interpreted those directions into an event of epic proportions!’

Mai Ling gritted her teeth and stared ahead, shamefully conscious that Ms Bergman was presented with a view of her naked bottom!

However, she knew now was not the time to say anything! Ms Bergman was always a little skittish prior to her artistic displays and Mai Ling was perfectly happy for Ms Bergman to take that pre-performance tension out on Elaine!

‘I’m…I’m…I am spanking her…Ms Bergman…’

‘But so slowly! How many punishment spanks have you administered, Elaine?’

‘Ah…’

‘Well?’

‘Two…’

‘Two? Good grief, Elaine, that is just not acceptable!’

Ms Bergman stepped into the kitchen.

‘You have relinquished the right to punish Mai Ling!’

Mai Ling smiled as Elaine gasped.

‘Please, no, Ms Bergman! I will…’

‘No, I will do it!’

The thought that Ms Bergman would touch Mai Ling’s flesh and not Elaine’s was too much! Elaine dreamed of Ms Bergman’s hand on her own body, of her employer’s hand caressing her and sending her to orgasmic nirvana but, of course, Ms Bergman teased her with just the possibility.

‘You! No!’

Ms Bergman’s eyes glittered and Mai Ling smiled to herself.

‘Are you attempting to instruct me, Elaine?’

‘N…no, of course not, Ms Bergman…’

‘It did sound like it,’ Ms Bergman said slowly.

Mai Ling could not help herself.

‘It sound like that to me, Ms Bergman,’ she called over her shoulder.

‘Mai Ling,’ Ms Bergman said silkily, ‘it would be wise to keep your advice to yourself, unless you wish to greet the guests in your current state of undress?’

Mai Ling gulped and bent her head.

‘Step aside, Elaine,’ Ms Bergman said coldly, ‘the guests will be arriving soon.’

Sadly, Elaine stepped aside and watched as Ms Bergman administered three stinging slaps to Mai Ling’s arse.

Each slap was a dagger through Elaine’s heart as she imagined Ms Bergman doing that to her!

‘Adjust your attire, Mai Ling and be mindful of obedience.’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said quickly as she pulled her knickers up, ‘I mindful.’.

Ms Bergman strode from the kitchen and the catering staff warily slipped into the kitchen with small glances at Elaine and Mai Ling.

Elaine stared dejectedly at the floor as Mai Ling shimmied her pantyhose up and adjusted the tangled garment.

‘It feel good and nice,’ Mai Ling said, incapable of not twisting the knife in Elaine’s heart. ‘Her hand feel warm…’

‘Shut up!’

‘She has firm finger…’

‘I will kill you!’

‘No,’ Mai Ling said calmly, walking to the door, ‘you no kill me! I kill you! Slowly! Then I feed you to dogs! Boy dogs! No bitches! Just hungry little boy dogs!’

Ms Bergman was standing in the centre of the room, critically surveying the decorations, the food and the attire and stance of the catering staff.

Three young men in evening dress removed violins from cases and began to quietly tune their instruments. A young woman in a black and white dress, sat next to the men with a cello between her thighs. All had art deco music stands with sheet music displayed and they stood waiting, eyes flickering towards Ms Bergman and then back to William.

William was quite a sight! His head, completely disguised by the leather hood, was slumped forward onto his chest. William was, of course, blind as the eyeholes of the hood were closed so he could only imagine what was going on around him.

Every noise, every footstep near him made him twitch with shame as he imagined people inspecting his modified body! William wished his erection would fade but it seemed his arousal only grew stronger with each passing minute.

And the catering staff, especially the women continually glanced at his thick and muscular body, muscles rippling and gleaming with oil, and his lengthy, fat, now circumcised cock. It was rigid like a steel rod, a monument to male sexuality and power and yet, so obviously controlled by a woman.

William was, in Ms Bergman’s eyes, a work of art, a masterpiece of male subjugation to the power of the wily female!

The musicians looked away from William and to Ms Bergman, waiting for her instruction.

Ms Bergman nodded to them just as Mai Ling appeared at her elbow. Immediately, the group began playing “Autumn Leaves”.

It was odd for the four young musicians to be playing while a naked young man with an enormous erection was displayed to the right of their performance area but they had performed at one of Ms Bergman’s soirées before.

Although they thought they knew what to expect, they were always surprised. The three young men sawed their violins and kept their eyes on the sheet music. The young woman played her cello with deep thrusts and her eyes continually wandered to William’s dripping thick cock and his large modified balls. His plump, enlarged and painfully, full balls hung like a crop of tight pink plastic baubles below the quivering cock.

No, the young woman thought as she energetically sawed the cello, she had not expected that!

‘I think everything is ready,’ Ms Bergman pronounced.

Mai Ling, wisely said nothing just as Elaine arrived.

Elaine scowled at Mai Ling behind Ms Bergman’s back.

‘I expect you two to behave,’ Ms Bergman said without looking. Both Elaine and Mai Ling gasped silently.

Does she see behind her?

‘Mai Ling, you may fetch me a chilled glass of champagne. The French, of course. Elaine, stand by the front door and advise me when the first guests are on the premises.’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ both women chorused and went their separate ways.

Yes, Ms Bergman thought to herself with a deep sense of satisfaction, tonight will be a calm and yet wonderful evening of artistic appreciation.

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Story continues in Part 15 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

www.carmenicadiaz.com

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.

A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz

Part 15: An Intimate Gathering.

And the music played.

Although, the three young men and one woman found it difficult to concentrate on their music, they did manage to keep in tune, to follow the notes.

As they played, they glanced uneasily at William and then back to their music.

The young woman in the black and white dress found the sight particularly disturbing. Pressing the cello between her thighs, she tried to avoid looking at the huge, glistening penis that protruded from William’s denuded groin!

How could a man allow that to happen to him?

How could a real man want to be exposed like that?

Licking her lips, she sawed firmly at the cello, staring fixedly at the sheet music on the art deco music stand and tried to avoid looking at William’s glistening cock!

She could not help but wonder what such a cock would feel like, how it would fill her while she stroked those magnificently muscular arms…

Determinedly, she sawed at her violin. Her movements were thrusting and firm, while, under her smart black and white frock, her thighs were just a little sticky!

William listened to what he once would have called "old timers music" and tried to work out what was happening. He could also hear murmurs as the catering staff worked around him but he was still ignorant as to what was exactly occurring. It was surreal but he had no inkling what was in store for him!

His ears strained at every sound beyond the music, trying to understand who was in the room. How many people were seeing him like this!

Naked and hard!

Under the leather hood, he almost wept with shame while his straining cock glistened with small tears of its own!

What was going on?

What is that evil bitch doing to me?

He was blind! The hood eyeholes were firmly closed; he could only imagine what was happening and, of course, his imagination exaggerated everything! Every noise, every time one of the catering staff swept by with eyes averted, William imagined that someone was inspecting him.

Of course, some of the women in the catering staff were openly looking at him and some of the more devilish wondered if they dared to walk closely by William and “accidentally” brush the straining cock!

What would it feel like?

Eyes wide, the more brazen of the young women licked their lips while studying the rigid, pulsing cock while they filled glasses with French champagne. The women smiled nervously at each other, perhaps guessing what the other was thinking and, therefore, knowing their thoughts!

Some of the young men watched the females with eyes narrowed with jealously. The more knowing of the young men in the catering staff, began to chat some of their companions up, guessing that some of the young women were a little aroused and potential sexual partners after work was finished!

However, the young women irritably shrugged off the sexual advancements of their colleagues and continued to take in every detail of William’s muscular body as they hurried by with trays of champagne.

Look at that, silent voices screamed inside the heads of the catering staff women, muscles rippling and gleaming with oil, and that long, fat, cut cock.

Imagine that filling you! So fat, so hard so long!

Their eyes always returned to William’s rigid cock.

One small fact reverberated within the heads of the young women!

That fat hard cock was a testament to male power but it was, clearly, controlled by a woman! A woman who was using that sexuality for her own ends!

That one thought made the women flush with arousal and dreams of possibilities! The young, pallid males of the catering staff could never compete with that!

The small orchestra, some how, managed to complete “Autumn Leaves”. They turned the music sheets over with shaky hands and with a comforting nod to each other, began to play “I’ve Got You Under My Skin”.

They had played at Ms Bergman’s parties before but there had never been such an explicit sexual display on the previous occasions.

The three young men determinedly sawed their violins while keeping their eyes on the sheet music. Sweat was forming under their shirts and they wondered what they would be forced to witness as the evening progressed!

However, the young woman was becoming more and more comfortable with the situation. In fact, she smiled slyly at her companion’s obvious discomfort. It made her feel powerful and in control.

She sawed her cello with deep thrusts and her eyes continually wandered to William’s dripping thick cock and large modified balls.

So masculine, so powerful but controlled by a woman.

As she energetically played, the young woman wondered what it would feel like to tease a man to such a point of arousal and then deny him satisfaction until she had achieved her goal!

Until she was satisfied!

Delectable!

And then she would make him in sleep in the wet spot!

The straining cock had first attracted her attention but now she found her eyes kept returning to his balls!

Plump, big, full balls! Hanging like a crop of ripe pink apples below the pointing phallus!

Elaine ran to the doorway and Ms Bergman turned from her inspection of William to watch her breathless assistant.

‘Ms Bergman, the first cars have arrived!’

Ms Bergman glanced at the ornate Grandfather clock near the entrance hall and smiled.

Her guests were punctual!

Ms Bergman liked punctuality!

Of course, all her guests realised that Ms Bergman had what some called a punctuality fetish!  They knew better than to be late. Lateness meant no further invitations to one of the famous Berman exhibitions!

Mai Ling appeared at Ms Bergman’s elbow and smiled possessively at Elaine as if to say, “I’m here with her while you are nothing but a door person!”

‘Greet the guests, Elaine,’ Ms Bergman said. ‘Mai Ling, you take their coats!’

Elaine smiled thinly at that and as she and Mai Ling hurried to the front door, she whispered, ‘you are a hatcheck girl, a slut!’

‘You shut mouth! I kill you!’

Their bickering was silenced by the sonorous tones of the doorbell!

Ms Bergman stood in the centre of the room, carefully positioned so that her guests would see her and then, immediately, William! She enjoyed the way the expressions of her guests changed dramatically from a polite, bland greeting smile to an expression of consternation, mingled with lust and embarrassment.

It was, after all, all part of the art!

‘Candace, darling!’

Ms Bergman knew who it was before turning.

‘Eloise,’ she said with a smile as the other woman moved forward to kiss Ms Bergman’s cheeks.

As she did, Eloise saw William!

Her pale eyes narrowed with undisguised lust and amusement.

‘Candace,’ she whispered softly in Ms Bergman’s ear as she kissed the other woman's cheek, ‘you are, without a doubt, the über-bitch!’

Ms Bergman planted a dry, impeccably discreet peck on the other woman’s cheek and smiled.

‘As usual, you are correct. Champagne?’

‘Always!’

The young woman offered the tray with champagne glasses

The doorbell rang and Candace said brightly as she accepted a glass of champagne, 'that will be the mayor. He has a new slut. I think he calls her his personal assistant. I've forgotten her name.'

'Eloise,' Ms Bergman said to her friend, 'one never refers to sluts by name!'

'Of course,' Eloise murmured, feeling slightly chastised, sipping champagne, 'how silly of me.'

Ms Bergman turned to greet the Mayor who was striding towards her, his arm around a young woman in an incredibly tight red dress. The mayor, who was almost sixty, had a possessive grip on the young woman. The young woman appeared to be twenty years old at the most.

'How good of you to come,' Candace purred.

The mayo had his practised political smile plastered over his portly face but that smile faltered for a few second when he saw William.

'My Lord,' he whispered.

The young woman gaped at William's large cock and Ms Bergman noticed her eyes were wide and fixed on William's plump pink balls.

She knows where the masculine weakness is!

'Candace,' the mayor recovered, 'entertaining as always. This is Britney, my new assistant...'

Ms Bergman smiled coldly at Britney who immediately felt weak and vulnerable under the gaze of the older woman. Something told her this was a powerful woman who could see threw Britney's thin pretence.

'M...ms Bergman,' Britney murmured, eyes darting away.

'How charming,' was all Ms Bergman said but to the young woman, the words of the older woman meant everything, said everything and Britney was deeply humiliated. 'Champagne?' Candace asked the mayor.

The doorbell rang again.

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Story continues in Part 16 – to be published soon.

Carmenica Diaz

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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.