"Good morning, Jack!" Lisa said brightly, looking up from her coffee as her husband padded over to the coffee bar, naked as a jaybird except for the large chastity belt encircling his waist. He poured himself a cup and then went over to sit next to his wife, wondering to himself if she was in a good mood--it seemed like it, so he went for it.
"Do you think I might get this off today, it's been a week," he said plaintively, looking hopefully at his wife as he sipped his coffee.
Her voice was soft and thoughtful, with a hint of determination. "Yes, I do believe that can be arranged," she said, her eyes glancing towards the newly installed grooming room equipment. It was a welcome improvement to the old area, which had been in desperate need of an upgrade. The scent of fresh wood and metal lingered in the air as she spoke. "And you are certainly due for some much-needed attention," she added with a gentle smile.
"I knew there was a catch," he sighed, "but will I get a release if I behave?"
"Of course, but you need to know that I am bringing on a relative of Maria's to help her with her duties. She's from Mexico and does not speak a word of English." Oh great, thought Jack, another matron in the house--Maria was at least sixty years old and had been with Lisa even before they married. Lisa had been looking at her laptop, but now she closed it and stood up. "I have to get some work done, so let me show you the new equipment and get you ready for Maria."
"Sounds fine to me," Jack said as he stood and followed his wife out the door to the patio. The new grooming room was on the other side, facing the pool. Jack could see already that the retractable blinds that had covered the large windows facing the pool area were open for the first time in weeks. As they went in Jack marveled at how different it was from the old area. The room was very sleek and modern, the wall opposite the windows was curved and fitted with panels that went from floor to ceiling and the floor was paved with large, polished stone tiles. Then Jack realized something, "Where's the table?" he asked, "Is it behind those panels?"
Lisa chuckled and then said, "Hilda, open the storage panels."
A sultry woman's voice, which Jack thought sounded a bit like Marilyn Monroe, answered: "Yes Domina, as you wish" as the panels slid silently upward into slots in the ceiling.
Lisa looked at Jack and smiled, "It's AI controlled and I do not know why Herr Engerschwanz named it 'Hilda', but it is what it is." Behind the panels were lighted counters with mirrors, various brushes, combs, shampoo, and other grooming items, a sink and storage drawers.
Then Jack blurted out, "But the table, where's the table?"
"Oh darling, that's the best part. Hilda, Jack is ready to be groomed."
A loud clicking sound followed by whirring was heard as Jack saw a large circular panel mounted in the ceiling slide open like a camera iris. Then a framework of some kind lowered down out of the hole and stopped just above the floor. Jack could immediately tell that it was some sort of chair/sling combination with what looked like a pair of handlebars, two foot pads and some sort of padded bolster. Each was attached to an articulated arm reaching down from the ceiling.
"OK Jack, stand here, put your feet on those pads and grab those bars," Lisa instructed.
"Oh no, I am NOT getting on that thing!" Jack said forcefully.
"Oh really?" Lisa asked, "Your belt is not coming off until you are in it so if you want the belt to stay on then we'll just delay the grooming until you are ready. Pity, I had a wild time planned for you." Then she touched his cheek and ran her finger down his neck and slowly circled a nipple, pausing to pinch it lightly. Jack gasped and immediately turned around and climbed onto the fixture, which moved to accommodate him such that he was held in a bent over posture not unlike being on a horse, the foot pads spreading his legs.
"That's my man!" Lisa said proudly as she pulled the key to his belt from around her neck.
"Domina," Hilda said, "do you wish me to secure him?"
"Yes, yes indeed, otherwise the minute he gets out of his belt he'll be out of here."
Again there was a whirring sound and another articulated arm came down from the ceiling, stopping in front of Jack's face. The end looked like a SCUBA regulator and Jack knew it was pointless to argue, so he opened his mouth and bit down on the rubber part of the device and wondered how it was going to 'secure him'. Then Lisa put her key into his belt and unlocked it, pulling it away from his crotch.
Jack sighed in relief as the belt was removed and then decided to pull out of the mouthpiece. As he started to move his lips from around the flange, he heard a loud horn followed by a sudden suction that drew the mouthpiece tightly into his face, collapsing his cheeks and pulling some air out of his lungs that was not only startling, but slightly painful.
"Master Jack," Hilda said, "please do not attempt to release the mouthpiece until I give you leave." It didn't take Jack long to figure out that if he tried to step off or even let go of the handlebars Hilda would suck the air out him.
Lisa giggled and said, "Well Jack, I really have to get going. I will leave you with Hilda and Maria should be here soon to groom you. Do try to behave, Hilda has other capabilities that you really do not want to test. I'll see you later." She gave him a quick peck to his cheek then cupped his balls and gave them a light squeeze as she turned and left.
Jack didn't know what to think, but figured he might as well try to relax given his predicament--this was not to be. No sooner had Lisa left than the motorized swing that he was in began to move, lifting him upwards, leaning him forward and stopping at table height. Then he heard the door open and Maria say, "Hola, Señor Jones."
"Hello Maria, I guess it's that time again," Jack mumbled around the mouthpiece.
"Señor Jones, esta es mi sobrina, Maya."
"Your niece!" Jack yelled, almost losing his gag and getting a short warning suck from Hilda.
"Si Señor, no te preocupes, ella tiene dieciocho años."
"Eighteen! Jesus Christ, and I imagine she doesn't speak English."
"No Señor, no Inglés," Maria said smiling as she motioned to someone out of Jack's view.
Jack heard soft footsteps approach from behind. A young woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes came into view, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. She was dressed conservatively in a modest blouse and skirt, but Jack could see she had a lithe, graceful figure.
"Hola, Señor" Maya said quietly, averting her eyes from Jack's naked form.
Jack felt his face flush with embarrassment. Here he was, completely exposed and restrained in this bizarre contraption, about to be "groomed" by an 18-year-old girl who didn't even speak English. He squirmed uselessly against his bonds.
Maria spoke rapidly to Maya in Spanish, gesturing at various grooming implements. Maya nodded, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the high-tech room and equipment.
"Okay Señor, we start now," Maria said as she rinsed Jack's backside with a warm, gentle spray from a handheld nozzle. Jack flinched slightly at the sensation of the water on his skin while Maya watched intently as her aunt demonstrated the various grooming tools and techniques.
