About Eve,

by Chris Bellows

  Bobbi’s relationship with Lucretia was constantly evolving. Sometime during the second year of his belting, Lucretia began having afternoon ‘card’ parties. Ostensibly the women gathered to play bridge, but according to Bobbi very little time was expended dealing cards.

  No. It was Bobbi that attracted Lucretia’s friends and the monthly assembly seemed to take great interest in being served by Lucretia’s pretty maid.

  I came to learn of each party after the fact, when I arrived home to find Bobbi’s nipples well chastised and a set of variegated buttocks perched atop his girlish legs.

  Yes, Lucretia’s gathering of friends included some very eccentric women, given to strict discipline, oral service and in one woman’s case, a penchant for utilizing a sizable rubber phallus.

  The first occurrence was noticed when I arrived home and Bobbi stepped from the kitchen moving rather gingerly. He was quiet and served me with his usual grace. But he was not as receptive as normal to my touch and appeared sullen.

  Days later Lucretia and I enjoyed a cool drink on a hot Saturday afternoon. It was then that I was informed of Bobbi’s eventful afternoon.

  “An old friend, Gladys brought her strap on to the card party,” related Lucretia.

  “Bobbi can be quite the little strumpet. He seemed to enjoy taking every inch of it, in front of all the girls. And you’d be shocked to know what flowed out of his tube and down his thighs!”

  I was indeed somewhat surprised. My shy, effeminate brother bending over and taking his first penis. No wonder he had been pensive. Bobbi lost his virginity to a termagant wearing a ten-inch dildo! And the poor dear somewhat ejaculated, or at least gave up his semen, in a most humiliating manner. It slithered out his chastity tube.

  Lucretia told me Gladys did him on the dining room table to the cheers of the three female onlookers.

  “I think he enjoyed it, Eve. There was not much resistance.”

  Lotus’s head is bobbing up and down as she applies long laps of her tongue, first to my outer labia, then the inner. She begins to rotate her hips, causing to move within her the permanently implanted balls. The effect of the harsh spray of frigid water has apparently dissipated. I reach down and flick the serrated nipple clamps. Lotus emits a high pitched cry, but her trained tongue never leaves my love nest. She does know to stop grinding her hips. I want her concentrating on my pleasure.

  Her lips obediently move upwards to my clitoris. I widen my thighs and feel my pulse quicken.

  Chapter Twelve

  Stepping from the shower I cannot help but see my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Not bad for 35 years, I conclude with modesty. Despite awakening each morning to the sound and feel of Lotus’s lips, I manage to steal away to the Spa’s gym for 30 minutes of vigorous exercise. The results are sufficient. The middle aged spread will be forestalled as long as I can muster the energy and determination.

  Lotus waits with a large warm towel. She gently pats me dry from top to bottom. When she kneels behind me, her tongue slips between my cheeks. I smile and turn.

  “Perhaps over the weekend, Lotus. My company is expected at dinner.

  “Get your leash and a pair of training shoes.”

  I reach down and remove her nipple clamps. She stoically holds back a yelp as the circulation rushes into the chafed pink skin.

  Lotus truly enjoys oral servitude and the taste of my cleansed skin, but the Princess is expecting me. Lotus can have her taste of my backside on Sunday.

  I dress simply. My role suggests that my attire blend, not draw attention away from the Spa’s fashionable guests. I select a black cashmere turtleneck, black satin slacks with the oversized zipper, and a string of pearls.

  I turn out the lights and move to the living room. Lotus obediently stands at the door, head bowed, waiting for me to clip on her leash. She rarely leaves my apartment and I know her reticence cloaks a degree of excitement.

  As instructed, she has donned training shoes, rather simple flats with spikes inside the sole and heel. This forces her to walk on her toes, else the spikes prick her feet. When combined with the constraints of the short ankle chain, Lotus will find her little feet scampering through the hallways. Her boyish buttocks will ripple with each step and I know the awkward jarring motion will cause her balls to gyrate wildly within her vagina. She will be panting by the time we reach the table.

  When I clip the thin leash to the ring atop Lotus’s pudendum, her hands reflexively move to the back of her head. Her training dictates the proper deportment when walking under the direction of the leash. She will carefully follow my tugs with head bowed.

  Leading a subordinate at the end of a leash provides a heady rush. As we saunter down the hall, Lotus’s little feet move rapidly to keep pace. Her golden balls must be jumping through her vaginal walls, I think to myself. She’ll be quite juicy by the time we reach the table.

  I smile and acknowledge some of the guests who are returning to their rooms after an early dinner. They smile back, glance at Lotus, then nod approvingly. Though some may have a taste for Lotus, the leash signifies my ownership. I rarely share her talents with guests, just as I refrain from utilizing the serving staff for my own pleasure.

  My mind wanders back to Lucretia and Bobbi.

  Thoughts of my brother spreading open his cute backside for the pleasure of a woman I found to be amusing.

  Whoever this Gladys was, she apparently was a distant friend for Lucretia rarely mentioned her.

  But the scene seemed to favorably impress Lucretia. She concluded that if Bobbi’s little gland indeed needed attention, what better way to give a proper massage?

  Within a few weeks of the Saturday afternoon conversation, Lucretia suggested that I stop in on my way out to the store. Bobbi usually did her laundry on Saturdays and sometimes Lucretia let him try on some of her more intimate apparel before washing. So it was natural for me to assume Lucretia was going to have Bobbi put on a little fashion show while we watched him slip into frilly garments and strut about.

  I was surprised to enter and find Lucretia nearly naked, wearing only her spandex halter.

  “Thought you’d like to watch, Eve. Gladys sent me a little toy, and Bobbi’s rather excited but apprehensive. He’s becoming more and more fickle.

  “Bobbi, your sister is here. Bring out your play toy...now!”

  Lucretia called out pleasantly but ended her announcement with a rather forceful command.

  Meanwhile, I glanced over the amazing form of this woman whose battle with middle age was notably triumphant.

  Lucretia’s legs and stomach were firm and tanned. As I had noticed in one of our early talks, her genitalia were neatly shaven except for a stylish ‘V’ shaped patch well above her clitoral hood. Her demeanor had always reminded me of that of an athlete and her body certainly confirmed an earlier period in life when the development of both strength and grace were a priority. Lucretia was buffed.

  Responding to Lucretia’s call, Bobbi rushed from the bathroom as best as his heels would allow. He was also without covering, but for his belt of course. In his hands he held a large, black well-lubricated rubber dildo. Attached was a harness with straps and buckles.

  As he approached, I noticed an interesting rubber piece on the inside of the strap. Obviously intended for a woman’s enjoyment, Lucretia smiled with my realization.

  “Good girl, Bobbi. All nice and slippery. Show your sister what you’ve learned.”

  Lucretia separated her feet as Bobbi struggled to drop to his knees, his heels slipping out from under him.

  Since his hands carefully held the long phallus, cognizant of its moist surface, Lucretia put her hands on Bobbi’s head to steady him.

  “Tongue.”

  That’s all she said and Bobbi leaned forward and began to tenderly service her labia.

  “Bobbi knows the lubrication I prefer, don’t you Bobbi? Yes, he likes to cook and clean and serve in many ways. With his make up and pretty hair, Bobbi’s quite the helper.”
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br />   Lucretia closed her eyes. Bobbi’s tongue moved higher and forced apart her lips.

  “Just a little more. Yes. Very nice...

  “Now my end of your toy.”

  Bobbi pulled away his face and dutifully licked the strange female end of the phallus. Lucretia released his head and assumed a forceful pose with hands on hips.

  “He’s very eager. Look at that tongue move,” laughed Lucretia.

  Without another word Bobbi gently inserted the well-licked end into Lucretia’s sex. She let out a strong breath, then remained still while Bobbi buckled the harness around her hips. When finished, Lucretia stood with this menacingly huge black rubber appendage thrusting outward. Bobbi had to slide back on his knees to avoid being poked. I could not help but smile.

  Bobbi was indeed fickle. He appeared to be both afraid of the evil looking implement and wanting of it.

  “Into the study, Bobbi. Assume the position.”

  Bobbi scurried to his feet. The speed with which he moved evidenced his hidden desire.

  Lucretia turned to me.

  “Well, his little gland is going to be well massaged. Your pretty maid is quite the whore, Eve. I’ve found him cleaning and polishing the dildo every day since Gladys sent it.”

  We followed Bobbi into Lucretria’s room of discipline. A simple waist high padded bench had been set in the middle. Bobbi was bent at the waist, leaning over it with his feet widely separated. In an obviously well practiced pose, his head was up allowing him to look directly into a mirror on the opposite wall. His manicured hands were delicately placed atop his coiffure causing his back to arch.

  “Gladys showed me the proper position. Bobbi’s backside is open and ready.

  “Yes, isn’t it, you little harlot.”

  Lucretia laughed and let the expectation build. Bobbi patiently waited, holding himself in place, prepared for penetration with a curious look of both trepidation and anticipation.

  Lotus and I reach the cocktail lounge adjacent to the dining room. Many guests are imbibing and enjoying themselves by tormenting the serving staff. Not one male waiter is flaccid, the Dominant women constantly diddling their ringed penises in an unspoken conspiracy to keep them aroused and serving in a most humiliating manner.

  The female staff does not have it so easy. Normal bars have matches and ashtrays, at the Spa every table has an assortment of clamps. Thus, various anatomical female parts have attained unwanted attention, and the submissive girls though in pain, serve carefully, not wishing to feel the small teeth of another alligator clip on nipples or lips.

  As trained, Lotus looks down. It is considered an affront for her eyes to greet a superior and as a result, she must peer at the numerous excited male members.

  You may look but you will never have, Lotus, I think to myself. But then again, perhaps that little sphincter would enjoy a good stretching...?

  Without need for words, Matthew hands me my usual drink and I gently caress his penis tip. As I pause to sip, I can once again detect Lotus’s fragrant sex, the walk having the expected affect. I cannot remember the last time I had her unzipped and feathered. Maybe over the weekend I’ll have Motanda stop in my apartment and we’ll spend an hour or so watching her juices flow.

  A lively cheer is heard in the dining room. Without looking, I know that the assembled diners are welcoming the female selected for masturbation. I am undecided whether to wait in the cocktail lounge or join the revelry in the dining room. Then Latricia passes me on her way back to the dormitory.

  “You may be interested in watching this one, Ms. Eve. Her name is Mary and she’s a squirter. Young and very embarrassed. That always makes them wetter, as you know.”

  I nod and find that my decision is made for me.

  Latricia’s reference was the Spa’s vernacular for a girl who ejaculates. When properly triggered, the phenomenon is more common than most would think. At the Spa, when we encounter a girl with such an attribute, we take full advantage and utilize known procedures to best demonstrate it to our guests.

  The normal procedure for the masturbation of the female serving staff is rather simple. In the center of the dining room is a raised platform. On it is bolted a vertical stanchion upon which a rubber phallus with an electric vibrator can be attached.

  Girls are placed on the little stage kneeling. The phallus, protruding horizontally from the post, is slid up or down to the required height of the girl’s joy opening then secured. The vibrator is turned on. The diners eat, well entertained while watching the naked young serving girl labor to impale herself ‘doggy style’ and work herself open on the vibrating dildo.

  Large rubber blocks screwed into floor of the stage keep the girl’s knees well spread. And there is one rule, which is pointedly explained to the fortunate exhibitionist, she must keep her hands on the back of her head, thus best displaying her breasts. Upon failing to do so, the vibrator is turned off. When the hands are replaced then vibration resumes.

  I have always been amazed at the energy expended by some of our young female submissives in bringing themselves to climax, despite the sizable observing audience. It seems that a week of parading about naked and engaging in the most sordid of acts without gratification greatly increases the libido. Therefore at the end of their seven days, they are quite ready for the pleasure afforded by a visit to the platform despite the extreme humiliation. And watching the excited reddened labia strain to swallow up the ridiculously large rubber penis while the breasts flop about is quite the sight. Many of the first time guests are enthralled by the process. The more regular guests know to request special service be performed under their table while viewing.

  The vibrator can also rotate, expand and contract in a variety of ways. The experienced girls know this and also know that these special and most pleasurable cycles will begin only when the shaft is squeezed tightly within the vagina. So many times the exaggerated backwards and forwards thrusts of the hips become quite comical as a particularly excited girl earnestly endeavors to pressure the clever device and begin the larger oscillations which will in turn bring forth the final powerful orgasm.

  Squirters receive different treatment. Ms. Benz, a seasoned nurse of some fifty years of age, has developed a most interesting procedure, which ensures a fascinating exhibition for our diners with a wonderfully moist climax.

  The post for the vibrator is removed from the stage and in its place a simple bar is secured. It is some two to three feet high and is horizontal to the stage. The height can be adjusted to the height of the girl, for its function is to hold up the left knee and calve of the girl while she kneels on the right. This position provides a marvelous ‘spread shot’ of the female genitalia which some of our guests find amusing, particularly if the serving girl is new and bashful about being so exposed.

  Our Ms. Benz needs the simplest of devices for the squirter. A battery operated vibrating egg is inserted into the anus. A feather is applied to the clitoris with the right hand. The left hand works its way into the vaginal opening. She slowly opens the girl, occasionally moving her feather from clitoris to nipples. Her many years guide her to the ‘G’ spot and once found, the show begins. The squirter is helpless, simultaneously begging to be released from her humiliation and yet begging for more, as Ms. Benz works to turn on the strange fountain.

  Many of the girls who possess such ability can not trigger the unusual reaction themselves. Their fingers are too short or the attempted angle is not right or the ‘G’ spot cannot be found. But Ms. Benz can pump away and after some sessions the stage is soaked with a girl’s essence.

  I move to the archway segmenting the cocktail lounge from the dining room. Just the slightest of tugs causes Lotus to begin moving her feet with rapidity in order to follow. The view is not the best but I can stand and watch over the heads of our sitting guests.

  Our young submissive has the full attention of the diners. With her left leg raised leg like a urinating dog, she is marvelously exposed and spotlights in the ceiling
ensure she is highlighted. More lights recessed into the small stage beam directly up at her excited and well spread labia, ensuring that the action of Ms. Benz’s hand can be seen by all those sitting at their tables.

  This Mary is indeed rather shy and noticeably spasms when the vibrating egg is inserted. I will have to ensure that she as ample time on the wooden horse, I think to myself.

  Just as Ms. Benz applies the first stroke of the feather, the Princess arrives with ‘Peter Pan’ in tow. She is wearing a single white silk garment, flowing from her impressive shoulders like a Roman toga. There is no question that she is naked underneath. After all, this is the Spa.

  Various gold and diamond studded chains and necklaces hang from her straight neck. A ringed right hand holds the obligatory leash attached to ‘Peter Pan’s’ collar.

  The Princess smiles at me. Peter Pan does not acknowledge me, continuously looking up at ‘Master’ like a puppy seeking direction and affection. His restraints are the same and again in combination with the elaborate jewelry offer his only covering.

  I introduce Lotus. When the Princess notices the padlock dangling between her thighs and that she is ‘zipped’ closed she laughs, then reaches out and firmly pinches one of her nipples.

  “She is almost like a boy. But a sexless boy, like Jahn here.”

  I nod and smile and while explaining Lotus’s duties as personal maid, the Princess’s hand smooths down Lotus’s stomach then to her right hip. Anticipating her desire I pull on the leash, forcing Lotus to step toward me and display her buttocks to the Princess. Her hand pinches and kneads Lotus’s gluteus maximus, ascertaining the suppleness of both flesh and muscles.

  “Yes, truly like a boy. My husband would find enjoyment here. You have seen Jahn’s rings? The King sometimes pulls open Jahn’s buttock rings while the boy kneels with his head between my thighs. A most useful plaything. The altered male can become quite dedicated to the pleasure of others.”

  So my question concerning alteration is answered. Underneath Jahn’s layers of gold leaf is an empty scrotal sac.