The Suitcase

Becky Tells of Jackie

Becky Tells of Jackie

Whatever advice and information was in the manual Boravene a Voinstveniya Muzh Mom followed with fervor.

Jackie was denied clothing of course. Upon arrival at home Mom... we... stripped him naked. Cute and hairless, his reaction was curious... shy but with surprising acceptance. It was as if he expected to be put on display. As a young girl, not before exposed to the male anatomy, my own expectations turned to disappointment. Yes, the boy’s privates were locked in steel. A metal ring encircled his entire package, top of his p***s to the base of his scrotum, and onto it was locked a cylinder of matching precision crafted stainless steel.

‘In time, you’ll learn to release his little thing and lock him back up, Becky. Cleaning him... and his shiny cage... will be your responsibility. And there will be more duties. But no more house work. That will be for Jack.’

‘He doesn’t look like a Jack, Mom... nude and blushing like that. He’s... well... more like a Jackie.’

‘Then we’ll call him Jackie,’ Mom succinctly replied.

Jackie spoke very little, so thoroughly trained in obedience. But we found he understood us. And listened attentively as Mom took him through the house and explained his

various duties.

Over time he learned cooking skills. House cleaning and laundry seemed to be imbued. So Mom put him to work, full time, with school being deemed unnecessary. But I taught him some things that I was learning. Continuing the regimen of chastity... to the point where he was not ever to touch himself... Mom had some special bindings made... somewhat decorative... not to appear to be tethers.

Yes, strips of blue nylon... lined with wiring so that such would not tear or be easily cut away... were sewn about his wrists, ankles and neck. This made bondage quick and easy, utilizing simple clamps... readily secured and released... when Jackie was to be bedded. And more importantly for when it came time to unlock him, shave his little parts for comfort... no hair to be snagged... and run his cage through the dishwasher.

This, as Mom explained, became my chore... initially my only chore with Jackie as household servant.

And so at a young age I became quite comfortable in handling boys... males... and their proud little parts.

I enjoyed watching Jackie harden for me.... wrists secured behind his back during cage cleaning. He’d gleefully prance about the house while the dishwasher cycled, in celebration of finally seeing his little thing and having it stand for me. I’d encourage his show. And Mom felt it was a good lesson... for a girl not to have concern or fear over what men have... and use to threaten.

Within months I learned there were more chores for Jackie... not to be divulged until... well... I guess until there was more maturity.