Part 3: Chapter 1

“Are you sure he’s ready for this?”

“I believe so. After what happened on my birthday, I doubt there’s much he couldn’t handle if I really wanted him to.”

“Okay then. You would know better than me. After all, I have yet to see him in any kind of action.”

“Well, that’s all about to change. Bringing in someone else will hopefully be the final step in getting him to admit to himself what his true position in life is.”

“I can’t wait. How much do you plan on telling him?”

“Certainly not everything, but I have made it a point to be as honest and straightforward with him as possible. That tends to alleviate a bit of his stress in dealing with the unknown. Of course, the less said about your new toy the better. I’m fairly certain he would freak out completely if he knew that he was going to be the test subject for that little obsession.”

“So, recycling his own enema at your request didn’t make him freak, but my little experiment will?”

“No, no, don’t get me wrong, he certainly didn’t handle the days leading up to my birthday well, but with my constant support and encouragement, he powered through like a trooper. It probably also helped that he was so tightly restrained, he didn’t possibly have a choice. Once he agreed, there was no going back and he knew it.”

“Any side effects?”
 
“He’s a bit more submissive now. I think he’s afraid I’m going to add that little scene to his regular list of punishments.”

“And are you?”

“No. I’ll hold on to that for special occasions. I don’t want him to associate it with punishment so much as pleasing me.”

“You’re a demon.”

“Me? I’m not the one who created that monstrosity in your basement.”

“No, but you did provide your boy’s measurements pretty quickly when I suggested him as a possible test subject.”

“That I did, Clarissa, that I did.”

“So, we’re on for tomorrow evening then?”

“Yes. I’ll have him prepped and ready by then. We’ll be at your house by four o’clock.”

“You might want to give him something to relax him. He’ll need to be calm and fairly loose to make this go as smoothly as possible.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle Josh. He’ll be ready when we arrive.”

“Okay Alex, I’ll see you then.”

With that, Alexandra hung up the phone, ideas racing through her head. She had known about her friend Clarissa’s experiment for quite some time, dating back to even before her relationship with Josh began. Clarissa had been a good friend of hers for quite a few years, having met at one of the fetish balls they both attended regularly. The two dominant women had hit it off immediately, despite their opposite styles. Clarissa preferred a stable of male slaves at her beck and call, while Alexandra preferred the dynamic of a one-on-one relationship. During their time as friends, Clarissa had occasionally allowed Alexandra the use of various members of her stable in the hopes of helping her friend find that one special sub. And, while it had been fun, Alexandra had never found that true spark, at least, not until she found Josh.

Now, Clarissa’s stable had been on the backburner for months as she focused all her attention on her project. Her regular group of three had all but given up on their Mistress and had started showing signs of moving on. Clarissa though, didn’t seem to mind, as long as she was engrossed with her task. This was one of the less selfish reasons why Alexandra had volunteered Josh as a test subject. She had hoped upon completion of the project, her friend would finally get back to the life she wanted and needed.

Alexandra left her bedroom, where she had taken the call and walked back through the large, expensive condo she shared with her boy. She glanced into the various rooms as she headed back towards the kitchen, where Josh was waiting. It was Saturday, and Alexandra beamed with pride at the immaculate rooms and polished floors of the home. She enjoyed sleeping in and then lazily going about her outside chores on Saturdays, while Josh stayed home and completed his usual task of homemaking.

Today had been a fairly typical Saturday for the couple. With hockey season over, Josh had more time on his hands during the week to keep the house up, so he was finished with his chores early. Knowing this, and not wanting a repeat of Alexandra’s birthday scenario, Josh had been proactive and enquired as to his duties if he finished his tasks prior to her return. She had generously granted him free time as long as her dinner was ready by the time she got home. It had been; and she had relished the plate of food he had prepared with him standing next to her, wearing only his Saturday uniform of a skimpy jockstrap, waiting on her every need.

After her meal, she had instructed him to sit on one of the high-backed dining room chairs so that she could return the favor and make him dinner. Alexandra’s use of his jersey number, 23, instead of his name was warning enough for the boy that she was now entering her most dominant phase. Within minutes, she had bound him hand and foot to the heavy chair, making sure that he was completely incapable of movement. She then pushed a large, rubber covered ring gag into his mouth, sliding it behind his teeth and forcing his mouth to remain uncomfortably open. She had then turned his chair so he was facing the kitchen while she prepared his food.

The helpless boy watched with concern as Alexandra had pulled out a large paper bag, brought home with her that day, and started unloading the contents next to the blender. Josh looked on as she spooned two jars of baby food, strained beets, into the appliance, then shuddered as she poured in a small can of baby formula. This was followed by an entire bottle of mineral oil. Alexandra then turned the blender on, creating a slick, pinkish liquid. Not satisfied, she pulled out a box of cornstarch and blended in small amounts until the concoction reached a paste like consistency. She had then walked back over to the boy, drool draining uncontrollably from his stretched open mouth, and set the pitcher down in front of him.

“Look at that, 23, you are so hungry that you’re salivating all over yourself at the thought of your dinner,” she said with a chuckle. It was then, as she was preparing to sit down and feed him, that the phone rang. Alexandra had left the boy there, his food sitting on the table in front of him, and had sauntered off to the bedroom to answer the call.

Returning to the kitchen, Alexandra resumed the process of feeding Josh his dinner.

“Sorry about the interruption 23, I hope you didn’t suffer too much having this delicious meal just out of reach.”

Josh just groaned into his gag, resigning himself to his fate.

Alex was quick and messy as she spooned the paste like mush into his mouth, slowing only when she thought he was getting too close to vomiting. She scraped every bit of the foul mixture out of the blender, ensuring that her helpless boy swallowed every bit.
Once finished, Alex inserted a rubber plug into Josh’s gag and stood up. She looked down at him, smiled sweetly, and then walked away.

Josh sat, bound and gagged, waiting for something, anything to happen. It wasn’t like Alex to leave him without explaining what was going on. Over an hour of immobility passed before he started to feel the effects of the mineral oil added to his meal. He started to pull meekly at his bonds, his need to move his bowels suddenly becoming urgent. Fear of losing control and making a mess was beginning to occupy the boy’s thoughts when he felt her hands upon his shoulders.

“Having fun 23? I thought you might like some quiet time after your meal. You know, to help you digest.”

He squirmed in discomfort as she chuckled at his plight, watching his twitching form struggle. Finally, he tried to speak through the gag, making loud, desperate noises in the hopes of communicating his need.

Not quickly enough did he realize his mistake. Alexandra’s face hardened, and a look of anger flashed in her eyes. “I’m sorry 23, are you trying to talk with a gag in your mouth? Perhaps I am mistaken though, as I’m sure you realize that if I wanted to hear anything from you, you wouldn’t be gagged.”

Josh quieted down immediately, his fear of angering her overwhelming his explosive need for release. Instead, he just looked at her, his eyes desperately trying to convey his situation.

“Hmm, perhaps I should have blindfolded you as well. Well, too late for that now.”
 
Much to his relief, Alex began untying him from the chair. She left his wrists tied behind his back, and his ankles bound together as she helped him stand. She laughed as she helped him to hop from the kitchen, gently supporting him as each jump caused his stomach to cramp. They made their way slowly from the kitchen to the bathroom that was farthest away from it. Once inside, she guided him into a sitting position on the toilet seat, smiled sweetly and waited.

Josh blushed mightily, his face turning beet red at the thought of her standing over him as he emptied his bowels. However, his need overcame his embarrassment and he let loose, almost falling over in the process.

Alex watched her straining slave for several minutes as he grunted and groaned his way through ridding himself of his waste. Then she turned and quietly left the bathroom, the door still open behind her. She returned a few moments later, playfully twirling one of Josh’s long, thick, white athletic socks. She leaned him forward, and without hesitation, used the sock to thoroughly wipe his ass. Josh groaned as Alex leaned him back up on the seat, and dangled the filthy sock in front of his face. He watched warily as she laid it, soiled side up, across his thighs. He whimpered as she then, with a forceful yank, removed the plug filling his mouth.

“Lean your head back 23, and look up at the ceiling,” she said as she lifted the sock once again by its elasticized end. “I think this will be a suitable punishment for your earlier
lapse in judgment, don’t you?”

Josh began trembling as the toe end of the shit encrusted sock moved closer. Drool was seeping out of his mouth from around the ring gag. He wanted to beg her to stop, but knew that repeating his earlier offense would only make things worse. He felt the tip of the sock pass the ring, and knew he was only seconds away from having the entire sock in his mouth.
 
Suddenly, to Josh’s relief, Alexandra pulled the sock up and tossed it to the floor. The boy thought he would pass out as he slumped down on the seat. He watched through watery eyes as Alex bent down and untied his ankles. She discarded the length of rope, stood up, and, with her breasts thrust into his face, reached behind his head and unbuckled his gag.

Alex favored low cut tops as much as Josh favored large breasts, and with his head firmly planted between her barely covered and more than ample mounds, Josh found himself getting an erection, despite his recent trauma. He struggled to remain still, not wanting any contact to result in an accident he knew he would pay dearly for. The pain from the removal of the gag helped his situation only slightly as he began working his jaw to alleviate the ache.

Alex stood back and looked him over, her eyes falling immediately toward his hard member poking through the thin material of his jock. “Gee Josh, I guess the thought of that sock in your mouth was more of a turn-on than I had thought it would be.”

No gag, plus the fact that she had used his name rather than his hockey number usually meant he was free to speak. “No…” he stammered, not wanting her to believe anything along those lines. There was a lot of stuff he did for her, for their love, but he did not want her to believe he enjoyed all of those things. He cleared his parched throat. “I was really scared Alex.”

“I know you were baby, that’s why I stopped. But you need to be careful. Punishments, no matter how terrible, will not be avoided because of your fear. If you don’t want to be punished, don’t make stupid decisions.”

“I’m sorry, Alex. I won’t try to talk while gagged again.”

“Good boy. Now, if you want to avoid a make-up punishment, I suggest you get yourself, and this bathroom, cleaned up.” With that, Alex turned toward the door. “Oh, and don’t forget to get rid of that sock. It’s stinking up the place,” she said as she closed the bathroom door.

“Alex wait,” Josh yelled, “my hands are still tied behind me.”

“Your problem,” barely audible from the other side of the door, was the only reply he got.

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