After a rejuvenating sleep Margarethe rolled over and tugged the leash attached to her husband's penis. He bit the gag he was wearing and the bed light clicked on. "Good morning, Brigette." she said lazily. "I had the best sleep since you first told me you loved me. How was your night?" He clicked the lights on and off twice. Two clicks for yes, one click for no. She lay there looking up at her husband. He was perched where she fastened him last night. He was wearing mint green 6 inch high heels, a mint green corset, green arm binder, green neck brace, and green gag. His ankles and arm binder were attached to the bedside table. "Look at you, my little gargoyle, watching over me while I sleep. I'm really flattered that you adore me so, but I think you squatting there
all night
is a little creepy, don't you?" Behind the gag, he frowned. He clicked twice for the 'right' answer. His wife rolled out of bed and opened the window shutters. Sunlight beamed in, illuminating his flacid penis with the lock and leash. The pubic hair shown a bright pink. It matched the hair on his scalp. "Looks like your peewee is still sleeping." She said with a pouty face. "It's nothing like your man-shaft last night. I rode you like a pogo stick. Wow! I think my vagina is still numb. Let me warm you up before I let you down." She knelt down and put his shriveled penis and ball sack in her mouth and set to work. As she did so, she noticed the clock's hour hand was cheerfully on the 8.
"8 O'clock!" She half choked, half yelped as she pulled his growing penis out of her mouth. "My train to work leaves in 20 minutes. I've got to get ready!" She ran to her closet just out of Gerrig's eye sight. "I should have been up an hour ago. Why didn't you wake me? We'll discuss your punishment when I get home." She looked over at him in pity. Then went over and removed the gag. "Look, I don't have time to find the keys," she gestured to the locks on his ankles and arm binder. "You'll have to stay here today. Is there anything you need before I go?" She ran out of the room and he heard the bathroom sink turn on. He looked at himself in the mirror across the room. It's nearly all he could see with the rigid bindings. He squirmed but nothing gave. A moment later the sink turned off and he heard his wife clacking around the apartment in her work flats. She appeared a moment later with makeup done and hair pulled back. She looked a different person from the one that left the room...almost. Her ordinary if conservatively bold gray pencil skirt, navy blue blouse, and lab jacket concealed the binding truth of their relationship. She had a choice to wear a skirt, her husband didn't.
She came over to him with a glass of water and a straw. "I brought you some more muscle relaxers. I don't want you getting cramps while you wait for my return." She fed him the pills and he greedily slurped the water. "Don't drink too much now, you won't be able to use the bathroom," She warned. "Also, I thought you might get bored sitting here looking at yourself in the mirror, so I brought you something to listen to. It's not to your usual caliber, but it's the only audio book I have with me. Still, I think you can relate to the main character." She then fixed giant headphones to his head and pressed play. She crouched down and took another mouthful of his growing erection then popped up and kissed him tenderly on the lips. As she made her way to the door, he noticed the lipstick ring she left on his cock. It was the same coral pink he wore last night. He had picked it to match his panties.
On the headphones, a woman introduced the title, "
The Power of Strong Arm Jack
." As the narrator began reading, Margarethe turned and said something inaudible to Gerrig. He felt she wouldn't have said it if it wasn't important. He tried to ask her to repeat it but she just waved her hand, smiled, and left. The room shook slightly as the front door shut and was locked from the outside.
He had all day to burn, so he tried to invest himself in the audio book. The narrator was droning on about her husband's boss named Jack. She'd met him at a co-worker picnic the month before and spared no time for the extra marital affairs, hers and Jack's. The author spent great lengths to describe Jack's commanding sexual energy and the way sweat dripped from his body after they made love in a sauna. "This woman is a moron!" Gerrig murmured aloud. "The book wouldn't be awful if she could write, but this is illiterate trash." He squinted in the mirror and saw the clock face. Only twenty minutes had passed and he already felt his brain going numb.
The narrator's monotonous sexscapades buzzed in Gerrig's ear like the mosquito that won't leave. It irritated him and he tried to shake the headphones off, but to no avail. He took a small solace in watching the beam of light from the window move across the room. His member and crouching body were left in shadow. Somehow he made it an hour. He was surprised how bored he was. He had been on his feet almost every waking hour for the past month and when he wasn't, he was tied up in the closet with the lights off. If his wife had asked him yesterday, "How does it sound to do nothing and listening to an audio book all day?", he would have done anything for it. But now, he laughed that he was dreaming of cleaning dishes, vacuuming, and the constant clacking his heels made as he moved about the apartment. He longed for the busyness of activity or the sensory deprivation of the closet.
About nine thirty, there he heard a definite knocking sound. It came from the front door. He strained to hear more but couldn't focus due to the author's infatuation with Jack. Again the door shook. Then a man's voice called through the door, saying something indistinct in German. He felt the door open. He held his breath as he hoped the audio book couldn't be heard. The man walked through the apartment repeating the same words. Finally, Gerrig understood,
Repair Service
. He heard the knock on the bedroom door and it creak open a few centimeters. Margarethe hadn't locked the bedroom door and Gerrig was horrified. Before the door could open further, a second man's voice spoke up.
"It sounds like no one's here. We'll just replace the wiring and go"
.
Then he heard the first voice say, "I heard someone in the bedroom."
The other voice replied, "No, that's just the radio. Don't touch the resident's stuff. They always complain. Even if you're trying to be helpful." Then both men went into the room on the other side of the wall, just behind Gerrig. Within a minute, they were drilling a migraine into Gerrig while the audio book droned on about the texture of Jack's erect cock and taste of his semen. He couldn't think about anything. Just focus on the growing headache.
The drilling continued, then hammering. The men were working just on the other side of the wall behind him. He was petrified. Any noise he made, he feared they could hear him. He thought about last night and Esmerelda's surprise visit. He'd been worried she would see him, but he also felt there was no great shame in being discovered
by a woman
. And when a woman did discover him, he accepted her presence almost philosophically. During his previous month as a hausfrau imprisoned in his wife's apartment, he'd come to a refined understanding of his nature. He liked strong women. He derived a certain satisfaction from the authority of strong women. Even the most assertive or mocking weren't a threat to his own sexuality because he was still a man and they weren't. They were their own breed of woman and he admired them even when they made him suffer which he'd willingly endure as long as they showed appreciation. With men, however, there wasn't a peaceful coexistence. Either he intimidated and challenged them, or the other way around. He could be submissive with women, but he was still an alpha among his own sex. Margarethe liked his competitive nature. It pleased her to see how manly he was to other men, but to her, he was still an alpha, but an alpha willfully submitting...and willfully resisting. His stubborn defiance made him so much fun. It prevented her from completely sissifying him and finding another lover. She wasn't turning him into the woman of their relationship, she was turning him into the man.
Later in the morning, the thundering sounds behind him gave way to a faint drilling near the far window. He signed, relieved. They wouldn't be returning to his wing of the apartment. As he sighed, he heard a burst of laughter at the doorway. It was not the pitying laughter of Esmerelda, when she compared him to a house dog stuck in his leash, but the conquering laughter of a man who found someone weaker. The next moment another man's laughter joined the first. Gerrig strained to look at them, but he couldn't. He concentrated, furious, then stammered in German with the strongest voice he could muster. "If you're going to laugh, laugh to my face." The laughter stopped and the two men came over, sat on the bed, and surveyed him curiously. One of them plucked the leash, still attached to the headboard. His penis shook slightly with the vibration.
They held back their laughter, but they looked him up and down, smiling, and whispered inaudibly to each other. He feared they would pull out phones, start taking pictures, emailing friends. He forced a loud laugh, booming harder than he had laughed in years. Humor for a man, is an assault. A pathetic man that laughs at himself is untouchable. He is shameless and has conquered public judgement. This laugh startled the two repairmen. They began to look uncomfortably at each other. They had stumbled upon a man tied up and feminized, a vulnerable man ripe for abuse, yet they were the insecure ones. Gerrig boomed out, "suck my dick!". The one that had plucked the leash glared back, revolted. The other one, however, looked over at his co-worker and back at Gerrig, desiring him timidly. He caressed the flacid penis with pink public hair. He massaged it with the gentleness of a woman's touch. Gerrig couldn't help but get aroused. He worried slightly that his plan was backfiring, that he liked it. Then he reconciled, "No, this is better. Let him know what a man tastes like."
The repair man kneeled down and set to work. Gerrig watched in the mirror as his head bobbed up and down. He watched the disgusted face of the other repair man and he grinned back. The man on his knees clearly had done this before. He was too good for this to just be an in-the-moment situation. As he worked, the relative quiet brought his attention to the droning audio book. At this point of the story, the unnamed female narrator was liaising with Jack in the factory's storm shelter every lunch break, while her husband worked the floor
