The Chris Bellows' Collection

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Chloe

Whoever is under that mask is either a great mime with lot of nerve or a curiously kinky guy who seems to be besotted with my guidance and control. As I walk him about the pool area, directing him to heel, sit, stay, etc., I occasionally make eye contact through the covering of black and white rubber. Such soft worshiping eyes...and he’s constantly looking at me...seeming to await the next command or tug on the leash with silent adulation. Thus it is not only his engorged phallus that evidences a strange enjoyment of the bizarre scene.

The girls love the setting. With almost all-preferring alternatives to male affection, watching such extreme subjugation amuses. And it is interesting to observe the various levels of reaction with Beverly treating the pup with such disdain...others just sipping wine and laughing...some joining in the replication of canine antics by offering hands and feet to be sniffed. Then there is our neighbor, Judy, I believe the only heterosexual in the group, looking on with eyes glued to the comically painted scrotal sac, seemingly mesmerized as it swings about. When Beverly holds him upright for a view of that nasty erection, it is Judy who boldly steps forward and snaps photos.

I will have to get copies.

I am impressed that, as the afternoon wears and the wine flows, Willie the pup maintains his tumescence. The tone of his muscling and his ability to move about with arms and legs uncomfortably entrapped suggests a certain youthful athleticism which I guess spurs the hormones and keeps the male organ quite stimulated. And so I become rather aroused myself knowing that, but for my controlling hand, Willie would be working his willie.

Yes, though having no desire for the male, controlling his libido, and all else for that matter, has a peculiarly pleasant effect. I am sanguine in handling a naked male and it is not totally the effect of the wine.

I find myself taken to having control. And with my third glass of Chardonnay, I tap away with the walking stick enjoying the sight of Willie lurching with the taps to his testicles, feeling his muscled form spasmodically pull on the leash in reaction, and understanding that I am endeavoring to make Willie a well-trained dog.

What an interesting way to communicate! Master and dog. Authority and obedience. Pulls on the leash, corrective taps of the stick, an occasion terse command.

It’s a fascinating afternoon. The camaraderie of friends...the laughter...the ridiculing calls and comments...having a naked male so demean himself before the fully clothed group. Lenore is so thoughtful.