The Book Club--The Lords of Discipline
"OK, Señor Jones, está completo."
Maria had released the constraints securing Jack to the grooming table and he climbed down off it with a sigh. He pulled on his robe and headed out to find Lisa.
"Oh, all done Jack?" she said brightly as he entered the kitchen where she was making tea.
"Yep, all done" he replied, looking in the fridge for a cold drink.
"Well, let me have a look."
Jack had grabbed a YooHoo and started drinking it as he turned to his wife and dropped the robe.
"Very nice," Lisa exclaimed, "you look great."
"Yeah, easy for you to say, you didn't just have your balls and ass waxed."
"Oh, poor baby," she cooed as she massaged his scrotum, "besides, you only had the bottom of your balls waxed." Lisa didn't like Jack to be shaved like a pre-pubescent boy, preferring a nice trim of his pubes, retaining the furry 'honey trail' of hair leading from the base of his pecs down to his groin and leaving just a layer of peach fuzz on his balls--except for the bottom of his scrotum, that she liked baby-butt smooth.
"I need to leave soon, so let's get you ready."
She grabbed her tea and Jack followed her to his bedroom. She went to his cage drawer and made her selection.
"Oh no, not the 'Master Blaster'!" he cried. The cage she had chosen was the largest one he owned and it was more of a full-blown chastity belt than a cock cage. He had named it the 'Master Blaster' after the codpiece worn by the giant that Mad Max has to fight in 'Beyond Thunderdome'. Lisa thought it was cute how he had named all his cages.
"Sorry Jack, you know I am leaving for Toronto and I don't want you playing with yourself until after I hand you over to Jake."
Jack looked at the floor knowing she had him. The lovemaking session they had a week ago had been, well, exceptional. They had a great meal, champagne, danced on the patio and then made torrid love, multiple times. Then Lisa had told him that his next release wouldn't be until he was at Jake's, if at all. Jack was so frustrated he was ready to cry, but he knew that it wouldn't do any good.
This last week had been hell for him and it was as if Lisa had been getting him ready to go off to war. The next morning after their love session, and she had even let him sleep in her bed that night, he was turned over to their personal trainer, Melissa, who began a bootcamp week with him that had only ended a few hours ago when he was groomed by Maria.
The training that Melissa put him through was intense and he pretty much spent the week wearing only a jockstrap. The only time he left the house was on the runs she ran him on around the estate. She had control of everything he ate, she watched him when he took shits and then examined what he left in the toilet. Four times a day she gave him various supplements and at night he slept restrained naked and spread-eagled to his bed. Each morning Melissa would come in and wake him with a half-hour long ball massage, his morning wood achingly erect until she let him loose so he could pee. It was murder.
Jack had to admit that whatever supplements Melissa gave him, along with the intense workouts, had an effect. He felt energized and vibrant and had clearly lost fat even though his weight had not changed. It hadn't been all bad, after a long day she had him do laps in the pool and then a session in the hot tub. This was followed by a deep massage, the first two or three days being incredibly painful, but later very relaxing and therapeutic for him. After dinner he read "The Lords of Discipline" by Pat Conroy, which was the reading for the upcoming Book Club, before she put him to bed.
Lisa crouched and fastened the belt onto Jack, looping the crotch-strap up under his groin, pushing the attached plug into his anus and snapping the whole thing shut, the lock being at the back of the belt.
Jack grunted and then grabbed the huge front piece to adjust its position on his waist. He also thought about how contained he was. He could pee, but it would dribble all over from a small slot at the base of the metal pouch, but he could not take a shit. He was completely at the mercy of whoever had the key. Then Lisa attached the key necklace around his neck.
"I'm trusting you, Jack, to turn this key over to Jake when you get to his place."
Jack was shocked, he had never been allowed to wear one of his keys, but now he was anxious to get going to Jake's apartment.
"Get dressed," Lisa said, "I'll bring the car around. Don't forget your pack."
Lisa had laid out a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, his sneakers and some socks for him next to his knapsack. Jake was explicit on what he was to wear and to bring, just some extra briefs, a jockstrap and his toiletry items. He pulled the T-shirt on and wiggled into the 501s, the belt made his bulge huge, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He fingered the key at his neck gingerly and wondered how fast he could get out of the strap, pull one off and then get back in. Then he thought better of it, pulled the knapsack over his shoulder and went out the front door to where Lisa was waiting.
He slid into the front seat of her Maybach and the door shut with a soft click.
"You were thinking that you might get the belt off and wank, weren't you honey?" she asked with a knowing smile as she guided the sedan down the driveway to the gate.
"Yes, ma'am, I considered it, but only for a moment," he replied brightly.
"Jack, Jack, Jack, what am I going to do with you?" she laughed and then reached over to give his bulge a few knocks with her fist making a muted clunking sound each time.
"Well, for one thing you are turning me over to Jake and I don't know where that will go," he replied dejectedly.
"Good grief, Jack, you know exactly where it is going to go. If I recall, a month ago you seemed quite willing to have him redden your ass with his...what was that he called it?"
"The Whistler," Jack said quietly.
"I think you'll have a good time, sort of like you are going off to camp," she told him.
"What was all that business between him and Ian, anyway?" Jack asked, not wanting to change the subject, but he had wanted to ask her about it.
