The Suitcase

Ryan Begins to Perform

Ryan Begins to Perform

“You’re hardening for me, Ryan.”

Becky pauses in her soliloquy. As she has spoken, she has tied together the loose ends of the silk ties behind my back and gently prodded me to lie supine at her feet. In listening, I look up into the pretty angelic face, her action and words belying the plain innocence of her deportment. The woman has gently and gracefully placed my nude form in bondage.

And yes, my p***s stands. Before I can ask, my question is answered.

“You’re getting ready to perform for me. And I have bad news... you’re still not going to get eggs benedict nor a blow job,” her look becoming more mirthful. “And don’t try to touch yourself. I know just how much slack to permit to make you comfortable yet keep your hands from engaging in any naughtiness.”

She does. I am lying with arms and hands at my sides on the carpeting. With wrists bound in silk ties connected together under my back, nothing can be reached. The pose brings me to blush in embarrassment... which in turn seems to enhance the swelling... where a man normally swells with pride.

“Jackie does this for me every time I use the key. So don’t feel you’re affronting me with such a display.”

“So... ah... he gets unlocked?” berating myself for such a stupid question.

“Oh yes. The stainless steel cage goes to the dishwasher and he prances about celebrating his emancipation... however brief. Wrists restrained of course. And if he’s been a good boy I’ll have him perform for me.”

“And that is...” I find myself needing to prompt.

“It’s in the Boravene a Voinstveniya Muzh. Long term chastity requires prostate care, Ryan. Think of it as ejaculatory relief... under strict feminine supervision.”

Becky slips off her shoes. Her right foot lifts, heel going to my lower belly, her charming smile beguiling as she slowly twists to press the ball and big toe to the top of my engorged p***s tip. I moan in a combination of delight and discomfort as she slowly presses downward. Pushing toward my toes, I never thought such a rock hard erection could be so bent.

Becky proves me wrong.

“No accidents, Ryan. You’re filled with water, making your p***s piss proud for me. You’ll be needing to empty yourself... both your bladder and those seminal ducts which are also filling. Yes I’ll have you expunging for me... performing for me. But when I decide. And you’ll not do so with your erect p***s so angled. A little anatomy lesson for you.”

“From the Boravene a Voinstveniya Muzh,” I suggest somewhat satirically.

“However did you guess.”

With that comes the mind boggling segment of the evening. Becky leans, wine glass in left hand, extending her right arm. Her index finger points and the tip ever so gently grazes the hypersensitive underside of my p***s tip.

In so evanescently circling about, the woman indeed knows the male anatomy.

I am being tortured... by a dainty feminine digit!

“Now, more about Jackie.”