Collared & Leashed

Lenore

Lenore

Nice build on Willie. He seems most athletic with his alacrity in learning to walk about on all fours. This will be easier than I thought.

One of the girls opens the kitchen door and with a sharp tap of the walking stick to his nice pink balls, Willie instantly realizes who’s in charge and how the afternoon will progress. Despite a degree of reluctance it’s out the back door to the patio deck and pool area, teeming with women.

Except for Nancy, all heads turn in surprise as I lead a naked male about on a leash. Though most are of Chloe and my persuasion in terms of s****l preference, I have invited a married neighbor who, though living a most vanilla life, seems to enjoy observing the more lascivious lifestyle of our friends.

The wine has been flowing for about half an hour. The gossip cascades. All have been wishing Chloe a wonderful birthday as the party entertainment arrives.

Chloe, my little blond companion, watches the regal procession with such an exquisite look of exhilaration. Her preferences are as Sapphic as mine are, but what woman can ignore the diabolical comeuppance of humiliating the virile male?

I lead Willie directly to her on the opposite side of the pool. It’s a warm October afternoon, and though no one will test their constitution with a swim in water cooled by autumn nights, the setting of sunshine reflecting off the clear blue is most pleasant.

“Happy birthday Chloe,” I formally announce. “I present the puppy you were never allowed,” specifying my black and white companion with a jerk of his leash.

Chloe gushes and squeals with delight. As with all gifts, it is the thought that counts and my cute blond companion is grateful that I chose to address her childhood disappointment in never being permitted a pet. It is important to both of us.

I hand her the leash and walking stick. She laughs.

“A Dalmatian,” she giggles, instantly falling into the afternoon’s running gag. “Just what I always wanted.”

She lifts to tighten the chain, barking a command of ‘stay’. And then as all girls are wont to do, she stoops to Willie’s rear and transfers the walking stick to her leash hand. Her left is free to explore and of course she palms the pink bag of flesh and draws it back for the viewing of the nearby girls.

“And it’s a male!”

The laughter becomes uproarious. Willie’s covered head sinks in shame. Yet when I bend at the waist and peer under his spotted tummy, the erect phallus seems firmer than ever. I wonder just how much arousal is caused by the Cialis and just how much is brought on with the extreme humiliation.

There are those males who enjoy such scenes: clothed female, naked male. Perhaps we have found one.