A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 7
DAY FOUR 

I woke up the next morning with my arms around William.  I was so proud of him; he had done something that I could never have done; there is no way I would have had the guts to have stayed the course.  I needed to piss but I did not want to wake him so instead I lay there and thought how absolutely perfect life was at the moment.  My baby woke up slowly, stretched and rubbed himself up against my front.  I still had a hard on.  I asked him if he was in pain and he said nothing he could not manage after what I had put him through yesterday.  I leaned up and looked him in the eye realizing that he was joking.  I decided that two could play that game, so instead of responding I put my arms around him, pulling him up against me without touching any of his wounds.  You could tell he was hurting both from the surgery as well as from wanting to fuck.  I toyed with him and denied him. 

We cracked up laughing as we started doing when we were 5 years old.  I looked him in the eyes and lowered my lips to his and kissed him. “I love you.  Now get down there and clean my cock and let’s shower.  We have an appointment with Dr. Taylor before we go home.” 

The drive back was enjoyable and relaxed.  Every now and then I would move and grimace with pain.  I realized that TJ had been stressed yesterday not knowing how everything was going to turn out.  We talked about various things including when I was going back to work.

I said, “I really think that I want to take the next two weeks off.  That would be about a month since Emily’s death.  I want a chance to relax, recover from yesterday and get my arms around what has happened in the last two and one half weeks.  We can play golf when the pain abates and act like we are on a honey moon.” 

William brought up his practice of law and the change in his attitude and the rest of this week.  I expressed to him my thoughts about his taking time off.  He said nothing and I was not sure whether he was thinking about what I had said, agreed with me or disagreed.  I was not sure how to proceed without finding out his thoughts.  What he said about his change in attitude and his law practice struck me and so instead of following up on the schedule for the rest of the week I asked him what he meant.

Suddenly William asked, “TJ would you be upset if I add all of the bright colored golf slacks, golf shirts, madras shorts and similar sports jackets to the pillow case of underwear I am taking to the thrift store tomorrow?”

“No babe, but why?”

“Well I have been thinking about some of the things that you have pointed out to me, about my ego, wanting to be recognized as a leader and an important person.  I want to change that; I don’t think that is the real me.  I want to get rid of the slacks, shorts and shirts other than white, navy and tan.  Those bright colors, being on TV, giving newspaper interviews and having my name out in front does not mean as much to me as it used to.”

“If that is what you want to do.”

“It is not just what I want to do.  You have made me realize that that is not the true me.  To be sort of blunt about it, and not in a bad way but I am the bitch not the cock.  It is the cock that should be wearing bright colors and leading the march, not the bitch.  If it is alright with you I am going to take one of the pain pills and a nap.”

I gave him a pill which he took and closed his eyes.  Lord, I could not believe it.  I knew that William was smart and insightful but the thought never crossed my mind that he would be able to recognize so quickly that he did not need to make headlines, wear the bright colors and to use his analogy “be the cock of the walk” to be successful and more importantly to make a real contribution to society.  I still wondered about his thoughts of his law practice and the rest of the month.

The rest of the drive was uneventful and we made good time.  When we got home Duke was there to greet us.  I had a doggy door installed so that he can come and go as he needs to and we had left plenty of food and water for him for one night.  William was still asleep and I did not wake him until I had the car unloaded.

I made William spend the rest of the afternoon lying on the bed recovering.  I gave him a pain pill so he would sleep.  I spent the rest of the afternoon sorting clothes, made a trip to William’s home to go through the rest of the contents to see if there was anything else we needed. 

When I returned home he was reading two cookbooks.  He turned to me and said “Hey TJ, there is something I need to ask you.”

“What babe?”

“The Doctor Taylor said that when I had a bowel movement I had to speak with you about it.  He did not tell me why, and I don’t understand, but I need to take a dump.”

“Ok.  Well get up and go into the bathroom and get on the pot.”

“You know of all of the things I have had to learn and to accept this may be the start of the worst.  I am afraid of what is next.  I mean here I am now having to sit on the rim of the toilet and you are now supervising my having a bowel movement.  But a slave’s job is not to think but to do as it is told.”

“Smart ass.  The reason that he wants me here is because I need to remove the cage from your dick, to make sure you don’t strain and then to clean you.”

“The cage I understand.  What is with the no strain and the cleaning?”

“Well if you bear down too hard you could negatively impact the taint, and/or open the wound on your PA.  If that happens then I have to take you to the emergency room.”

“Well don’t worry about the strain as it is loose and here it comes.  Sorry about that.”

“Not a problem.  Are you done?”

“Yes.”

“Stand up, and bend over.”  Using toilet paper I wiped him starting at the taint wound site and wiped backwards away from his scrotum until he was clean, then took a wet cloth and wiped him and finished with peroxide.  Standing up I washed my hands and put the cock cage back on.  “Any twinges or thoughts of an erection while the cage was off?” 

“No Sir.”

TJ got on the bed behind me in the same position we had been in during my modification, and put his arms around me.  I leaned back into his embrace and nuzzled my chin against his jaw, licked him and rubbed my ass against his cock.  I could feel him start to chub up and put the books down, reached behind me and took hold of his cock and rubbed his balls.  He moaned as we made out and all of a sudden this pain hit me; my cock had started to get hard and hit the pins inside the cage. 

TJ asked, “Did I hurt you?”

“No babe, my cock is learning about staying soft.”

“I could say I am sorry but I’m not.”

“The jury is still out as far as I am concerned.  There is no question but that I have not had an erection since the damn thing was put on me.  I doubt seriously that I will have one.”  I then gently turned over onto my side, opened TJ’s pants, pulled down his underwear and started to give him a blow job.  He stopped me and stripped down.  His cock was red, hard and to the extent that TJ produced precum was dripping.  I took in one swallow; I had to stop, swallow and relax as he entered into my throat.  I slobbered over him and his sperm gushed out of him.  I purposely let it come into my mouth rather than make direct deposit, so that I could savor it.  I squeezed him and made sure I had all of his juice before stopping.  He smiled up at me and said, “Thanks.”

I smiled back and said, “I would let you fuck me but the doctor put my pussy off limits due to some certain person molesting me.”

The little shit.  He is so great and is really trying hard.  With that he got up and started dinner.  I kept asking him if he needed a pain pill, but he seemed to be getting better.  While at dinner he brought up the fact that he wanted to take cooking lessons and did I mind.  “No I don’t mind, but how did you know to bring it up and to ask my permission?”

“Well from what you made me close my checking account and took away my credit/debit cards so that I am dependent on you for everything.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. No.  I did not mean it as a complaint, just a statement of fact.  I accept that I am subservient to you in all matters including the finances and that you are going to dominate my life.  If I was not comfortable with it I would not have agreed.  Push your chair back a moment and hold your hand out at this level.”

I did so puzzled by what he was saying,  William  got up from  his seat, and spreading his legs put his scrotum into my hand, saying, “I trusted you to treat these as you wish; I have agreed that unless you say otherwise I will never have another erection or orgasm.  If I have agreed to allow you to exercise that type of control what are cooking lessons or the ability to write a check?”  I stood up and got behind him.  I hugged him back against my belly so that I could really hold him up against me.  If I tried to do it from the front I would have to deal with his teats and the head of his cock; from the back all I had to do was avoid rubbing his wounds.  He moaned and moved his ass against my junk until I had to stop him or I would not have been able to stop.

He cleared the table and the kitchen while I played the voice mail messages and returned a call and agreed to set up a meeting tomorrow to discuss the matter further.  William came in and said he was going to go do his bathroom things and to go to bed to watch television if that was ok.  I told him I would be there shortly.

As I came into the bedroom I realized that William was still in the bathroom.  I walked in to find him on the floor looking in a hand held mirror.  “Is there a problem?”

“Yes.  I think that the taint piercing is getting infected, but I can’t see it.”

“Spread your legs and let me see.  I think that you are right.  Let me call Tom and I will be right back.”  I called Tom and he told me what to do.  I came back into the bathroom, put a towel under William and told him to spread his legs and to lift his butt up as high as he could.  That did not really work so I had him go get on the bed, on his back on the towel with the crack of his ass at the edge of the bed.  I made him hold his legs up, bending them back towards his head.   I washed my hands, got the peroxide and some Q-Tips.  I then cleaned the site using gauze pads and peroxide.  The site was red and puffy; using a Q-Tip I cleaned the site of the crusted material which I know hurt him.  Then using the gauze I pressed on either side of the site to expel any fluid that was on the inside.  There was some drainage which I then cleaned using the peroxide and put some antibiotic cream on it.  I gave William a pain pill.  During the night when I woke up I put more cream on him.  The site seemed better.  I had told him before we went to bed that I would not sleep with my cock in him until he was recovered from the piercing.  He was not happy and asked that I sleep on my back, allow him to sleep on his side with his head on my stomach, my cock in his mouth.  I agreed.

DAY FIVE

The next morning we slept in, recovering from the surgery and lack of sleep.  I was feverish and hurt.  TJ told me to skip my normal morning routine and to stay in bed. He helped me to urinate, fixed me some herbal tea and after he dressed my wounds he went to the golf club.  The change of wound for my poor cock was the worst.  The tits weren’t so bad; the bars simply had to be rotated 6 times a day and the antibiotic cream kept on them; no bandages or other dressings; they were like a burn.  With respect to the taint ring, first the site had to be wiped down with peroxide to clean it, then the ring rotated, then the wound had to be opened so that it could drain, then washed out with peroxide and finally more antibiotic cream.  The Prince Albert ring was a different matter.  First only Master could treat the wound site and it had to be done every 4 hours.  Master had to unlock the cock cage and remove it.  You might not believe me when I tell you that in the 4 hours between dressing changes the damn crust could form around the cage, wound site and Prince Albert but it did.  That meant that the cage had to be detached from the wound.  The pain was almost worse than the piercing itself.  Then the wound had to be allowed to drain meaning that the scab had to be knocked off and finally the ring itself had to be rotated and moved to keep it free from growing back together.  When all of that had been done, the wound had to be drenched in peroxide and finally antibiotic cream applied.  None of the wounds could have dressings as they all had to remain open so as to dry and drain.

I was surprised at the amount of time, patience and pain that was involved in the change of dressing, wound care and cleaning that had to be done every 4 to 6 hours.  There was no joint sex in that his cock was totally out of commission, the front of his body had two substantial burn sites and there was a wound site just south of his ass hole.  I finally allowed him to sleep with his arms around me and my cock in his mouth.  The guy was unbelievable.  I know that he was hurting from the piercings and the constant movement of the jewelry; he had to be as tired as I was, but he insisted on sucking my cock; he sucked me off 5 times today.  I finally asked him if he was ok; he would not look me in the eyes so I had to stop him and say, “Alright what is going on.  I love the blow jobs — don’t misunderstand me — but something is just not right.”

“I am sorry Master.  I am so much in need of your fucking me.  I need your cock in me; I can’t sleep; I can’t eat; I hurt; and as if that is not bad enough I then get mad at myself because all I am thinking about is me.  It is supposed to be you I am thinking about; I am trying to make amends.”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/13/12