A Gift From James

by Chris Bellows

  As I picked up my garments, a car was indeed pulling into the driveway. I quickly dressed and with zucchini in hand exited the side door as Eve’s mother entered the back.

  D

  James really does enjoy the harness. I watched him swing for a while then instructed Laitai to attach the parachute.

  It was time to retreat to the observation dome with a carafe of Mimosas and watch the snow covered Rockies pass by. Alice was there and it gave us an opportunity to plan the details of James’ conversion. We spoke at length. I poured from the carafe and as usual our thoughts concerning James became aligned.

  After a time, just as Jake had forewarned, our short train slowed. The tracks converged with a nearby road and formed a crossing point for U.S.-Canadian customs. There were cars stopped to await entry, and I wondered if Laitai would bother drawing down the blinds.

  James had no clothing, so upon stopping I returned to the lounge to officiate our entry and find some covering for my pet, while our papers were reviewed.

  I was too late. A large uniformed customs agent had entered by way of the observation deck door. She was standing before my naked James, as he hung blindfolded and deafened by the headphones. Judging from the aroused state of James’ penis, he was recalling or dreaming about some debaucherous event.

  Laitai stood nearby in her customary white blouse, short leather skirt and high boots. The knowing smile on the agent’s face suggested there had been an exchange of comments.

  Laitai spoke. “Ms. D, this is Agent Rawlings. Our engineer apparently radioed ahead as to the size, nature and purpose of our traveling party.”

  Agent Rawlings was close to six foot tall with massive shoulders. Even facial features, blue eyes and wisps of blond hair stubbornly escaping from under her cap indicated that under the bright red uniform was a large yet appealing woman. She seemed undaunted by the sight of James and asked for our passports in a calm and professional manner.

  She moved to the bar and began stamping away. She spoke, anticipating my question.

  “Jake suggested there was no problem with your group and an expedited approval would be appreciated. Many of the spa’s visitors use this crossing point. It’s nicely secluded for the likes of James.”

  She referred to my helpless, free-swinging plaything with a degree of disdain. And as I watched her large hands shuffle through the paperwork, I could not help trying to envision what this sizable and powerful woman did for recreation. As a psychologist, I understood the make up of females who had a proclivity for uniforms and Agent Rawlings fit the typical profile.

  She returned our documents then stepped face to face with James who continued to docilely hang without knowledge of her presence. She surveyed his naked flesh then reached forward and viciously pinched his left nipple with a simultaneous twist. James groaned but his semi-erect penis also waggled in a most submissive response. Agent Rawlings was peering down at my toy’s phallus and after watching it obediently bob about and grow in size, she turned to me with a look of satisfaction.

  “Yes, he’ll enjoy the spa.”

  Then she bid good day. As she stepped out the door, the back of her uniform revealed a broad expanse of red cloth stretched flat from shoulder to shoulder by her underlying muscles, impressing upon me the nature of her unusually powerful physique beneath.

  Within minutes we were underway again. Before returning to the observation dome, I stopped in the master bedroom and counted out a sizable quantity of cash and placed it in an envelope for Jake. Whenever a person uses terms like ‘would be appreciated’, I have learned how I am expected to express such appreciation.

  I could not help wondering what an Agent Rawlings would do to or with a naked, helpless James, given the opportunity.

  With the noise of our roaring locomotive our trip resumed. I suggested to Laitai that James undergo another hour of suspension with subliminal messaging and returned to the observation dome. The countryside grew in beauty and the seclusion of the track right of way invoked a feeling of serenity as the automobile road swerved away and we entered a tunnel.

  When we reached the egress there was nothing manmade to be seen for miles. The view was captivating and Alice and I sat in an awed silence, which was finally broken by James.

  He humbly begged our pardon and entered with a tray. Laitai had again placed him in high-heeled shoes with the added feature of a pair of well shaven legs.

  James served us delicious sandwiches with a fine white wine. He struggled divinely to maintain some level of comportment. It was the effort and attitude that was meaningful. The new tape was having effect.

  After lunch, a hooded James found himself kneeling between either my thighs or Alice’s, switching back and forth. When it came time for his 4:00 p.m. caning, I left to make some phones calls in the office. Alice stayed and watched Laitai swing a particularly long, thin strand of bamboo. She really did have talent.

  Alice

  James served us dinner and we reached Calgary well after dark. It was very cold but D and I decided to take a walk and see a bit of the city.

  Many stores remained open so we did some shopping to fulfill our plans as discussed over Mimosas. James would eventually need clothing. We could not rely on encountering an American ‘Agent Rawlings’ on our return journey.

  With most shops beginning to close, we ambled back to the train station where our cars occupied a far platform. Laitai was about to give James his 10:00 p.m. caning, and we decided to watch. He proceeded to sing well for Laitai. As noted, no one ever becomes accustomed to the cane. And Laitai brought out the best, with James fully struggling against his tight bonds from the second stroke until conclusion. D used several tissues, otherwise James’ tears would have soaked the carpet.

  Once again the display of Laitai slowly and methodically tearing down James’ wall of masculinity stimulated our carnal appetites. A hooded James was taken to our bedroom and hog-tied on the floor. Laitai added a nice touch by attaching his scrotal parachute then drawing back his feet and attaching the stretching device to his ankle cuffs. James spent the night listening to D and me bring each other to numerous orgasms as his own leg muscles slowly stretched his sac. Very devious.

  The next morning, our cars were shunted to the special train for the spa. The final leg of our journal began. We headed northwest beginning a full day of traversing some of the most scenic countryside I’ve seen. The tracks skirted Banff National Park and later Jasper National Park. After serving us breakfast James was caned and suspended with D’s new subliminal tape emphasizing his new role. He spent the afternoon in the observation dome again alternating between me and D. His tongue was developing good stamina.

  D

  After an entertaining day of unending ecstasy, the train entered the tunnel that signals the end of the journey.

  Originally dug by the railroad to access a lush valley of timber, it is the only entrance to the bowl shaped area occupied by the spa. Formidable ridges and peaks surround the facility and the main building sits on a lake, which collects the rain and melting snow from the surrounding slopes. Due to the limestone beneath, the lake slowly drains into numerous underground caverns formed by thousands of years of erosion. Not fully explored, it is believed the collection of tunnels flows to the west and joins the headwaters of the Columbia River.

  The harvesting of timber ended at the turn of the century but provided dozens of natural trails. In the hurly-burly economy of the 1920's, a wealthy entrepreneur purchased the entire valley and built a large lodge as a ski resort, then promptly went broke.

  After years of disuse a secretive wealthy woman, said to be the entrepreneur’s granddaughter, refurbished the facility adding several distinctive features.

  The skiing is better than average, with the curious attraction that no matter which trail is chosen, it ends at the lodge, situated at the lowest point in the valley. This provides an appreciably distinct advantage for the wealthy indolent enthusiast...no long trudge for a hot toddy at day’s end.
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  But it is not the skiing that brings so many women to the most private and secluded resort in the Western Hemisphere. It is the service.

  The facility’s staff is comprised of the most obeisant males and females found. There is no sexual whim or request that goes unfulfilled at the spa, which as one can imagine in a hidden and secluded valley, can become quite sordid and quite deviant in nature.

  It is said that when an employee signs his or her one year contract, their clothing is surrendered for the spa’s brief, revealing uniform. Thus, any decision to prematurely terminate service involves a long walk in deep snow over impassable mountains...and without benefit of covering.

  But if there had been any defections over the years, it was not known. Most of the staff are eager to serve and very appreciative of the demands of the dominant female guests and the challenges they provide.

  James

  I cannot describe much of the spa. When the train entered the tunnel, D pushed me from between her thighs. Ms. Laitai, seeming to always be nearby, stepped forward and hooded me. To my wrist cuffs, connected behind me as always, Laitai added my collar and ankle cuffs. Then as Ms. D pushed my face forward into rug, Ms. Laitai parted by cheeks and slid a butt plug into my anus.

  When the train stopped, I felt a tug on my collar. Laitai’s passionless voice instructed me to follow and I felt the sharp sting of leather on my buttocks, rather tame compared to the cane. I was leashed and with my first step found that my ankle cuffs had been tethered. I stumbled and received another stroke and a stronger tug. Then the butt plug grew. It was inflatable and I heard the air and felt the pressure as either Ms. D or Ms. Laitai squeezed the connecting bulb.

  “Concentrate.”

  I did. Without sight, the bearer of the leash became my guide and with my ankles closely bound, I stepped quickly and carefully.

  Laitai led me out of the car evidently onto a platform. It was cold and I was completely naked. I heard many feminine voices, some making comments about me. Despite the temperature I became flushed and I felt my penis twinge with my embarrassment and with the sensation in my stuffed backside. I was apparently in a crowd of people joining those from the other cars of the train.

  The lack of wind and the nature of the sounds told me we were in a building, most likely a train shed. My feet stepped on wood, rapidly, as Ms. Laitai was walking quickly and I had to take many small steps to keep up.

  She kept tugging to encourage haste, then finally came another slap on my buttocks and a command. “On your toes, James. Knees nice and high for me. Prance.”

  I complied instantly. My movement resembled jogging in place and I heard the giggling laughter of women. But my vigorous steps warmed me and it became easier to keep pace. And of course, my newly lengthened testicles swung about causing my twinging penis to further harden and become the source of more comments, which in turn caused more tumescence.

  The wood turned to concrete and after a pause to enter a doorway, the air became warm and the softness of carpeting could be felt. Eventually as we moved onward, the noise and laughter of other people diminished and we arrived at a suite of rooms. I could feel the tip of my erection touching my lower abdomen.

  And so went my arrival at the spa, putting on a display for the benefit of an unknown crowd, naked and capering at the end of a leash like a show horse.

  And I felt so strangely satisfied knowing that Ms. D was also watching...

  D

  I decided that until James legally consented to his gift the less he knew of the spa the better. The large number of dominant women being pampered and serviced by submissive employees could be very distracting. Thus, outside of our suite of rooms, he was kept hooded at all times. The guests and servants were free to gaze at his nakedness, but he would not be free to return the looks. There were too many female submissives wearing the brief spa uniforms. And whereas it would have been delightfully entertaining to compare his modest penis to the massive phalli of the carefully selected male servants, such dalliances would have to wait for another time.

  Our plan was to immediately introduce James to the notion of his alteration, inveigle him to sign the necessary documents, then let Alice conduct her business. In hastening the procedure, the period of time for recovery and adapting to his new status would be maximized.

  So on the very next day after his morning caning, exercise and cleansing, Alice and I gave Laitai the morning off. We leashed and hooded James and took him to the spa’s operating room. He walked somewhat gingerly as Laitai had ever so lightly practiced some bastinado, but in time we arrived and upon entering removed his hood.

  The room was standard. Bright white walls. Tiled floor. Stainless steel sinks, counter tops and cabinets. It was the special operating chair that was noticeable and observing James’ reaction to it would forever become a memorable moment. The device is quite similar to that used in obstetrics only the back is raised so that the patient is sitting almost upright. A short little seat supports just a portion of the buttocks, leaving the male genitals to hang in full view to both attending medical personnel and patient.

  A little peculiar, but it was the restraints that most caught his attention. Heavy but comfortable straps, combined with the wrist cuffs in the back and adjustable boards designed to hold the legs in any desired position or angle, gave the initial viewer much to contemplate. Particularly with the realization that it would be his own organs that would soon dangle from the chairs edge.

  Yes, James’ look could be compared to the condemned prisoner viewing the death chamber for the first time. The cognition of the permanence of the planned undertaking shakes the psyche and rattles the confidence. With the ineluctable straps, he realized there would be no going back. The mouse would be thoroughly restrained in the cat’s lair.

  Alice and I smiled at each other, and I stifled a laugh when he noticeably gulped.

  “Tomorrow, James. But tonight we shall have some fun.”

  Was I dangling a cool jug of wine before a restrained man dying of thirst? Or was it best to highlight the positive?

  James

  The evening after visiting the operating room I was scared. The chair was ominous and despite my desire to please D, the straps and restraints were foreboding.

  Ms. D seemed to sense my circumspection. What was this all about? A long train ride with two other women just for a simple operation?

  When I asked for permission to speak, Ms. D anticipated my reluctance. She just smiled and called for Ms. Laitai.

  “Harness him, Laitai. Alice and I will have dinner and return later. You know how to work the recorder.”

  And that was it. Not a word could I express questioning her plans or the curious events of the past three days. Or the snickering female voices I heard in the hallways of the spa. Or this dour Chinese woman who so relentlessly caned my backside.

  It seemed almost too easy for Laitai to suspend me. What kind of resort has strong eye-hooks imbedded in the ceilings and walls?

  The static began. Over the past few days I learned not to fight the harness. It held me absolutely motionless and unless I pulled and tugged with futility, it was eerily comfortable.

  Ms. Laitai attached the scrotal parachute and inserted a butt plug. I felt my penis rise in obedient response. And of course ruminations about Eve began to unfold...

  After the last meeting, where I cautiously exited the side door with zucchini in hand, I never spoke to her again. The following day was graduation, where I watched Eve receive her diploma. Even in the clumsy, archaic cap and gown she looked enticing. I later noticed other parents wanted to photograph their children standing with Eve. As if Eve’s presence and proof of acquaintanceship was an imprimatur to their own son or daughter’s esteem.

  If the truth be known...

  Sometime after Eve, I walked up the aisle to receive my diploma. My well-reamed backside made walking rather difficult. Everyone assumed my labored stroll was the result of a sporting injury. As I returned, there sat Eve with wha
t most would describe as a bright smile. But I knew it to be a mocking look. Knowing the cause of my gingerly stride, she signaled with her look the enjoyment of having evidence of her dominant antics manifest itself in public. Given the opportunity to address me, I’m sure she would make some subtle reference to my complete degradation of the prior afternoon. But words were not necessary. And on the most memorable day of my young life, I flushed with a combined inner rage and frustrated embarrassment.

  I never saw Eve again.

  In all those encounters, in all those years, my fantasy had never been fulfilled. This beautiful, authoritative girl had never actually touched my penis, stroked me to climax, as I so often fantasized in my masturbatory daydreams. How many times had I ejaculated with her, for her, because of her? While she stood over me and I cowered below bringing myself to orgasm by imagining her devious smile, her bright eyes, her stern demeanor, her commanding voice, but most importantly the touch and feel of her fine effeminate hands around my throbbing young manhood.

  With these thoughts, the distant voice begins. Another message. Is it perceptible? Yes, somewhat. It is D’s voice and I obediently listen.

  D

  We returned to our suite from a wonderful dinner. Food at the spa was more than adequate and the service was most entertaining. A young, striving but starving actor was our waiter. As referenced the male servants were selected based on size, and Alice could not help applying the briefest of caresses to his long penis and watching it grow. After which he served us erect for the entire meal, with Alice applying occasional, what she termed, maintenance strokes.

  We gave Laitai the remainder of the evening off. There was a very active nightclub within the spa, and for the dominant female of her age, the night was young and the available submissives many.

  James was hanging as we had left him, seeming to be intently listening to the tape, which is expected in suspension. There is nothing else to do. Even if he were to dream, the subconscious mind absorbs the message.