Chapter Twelve: First Lesson
I followed Nutte on my hands and knees, trying to put my desires aside while I looked around. Crawling wasn't going to be easy and I made the best of it. This was Colleen's home and I wanted to learn all about my future wife. Seems she was wealthy after all and loved the lavish lifestyle, a jet-setter no doubt. Everything I saw spoke of wealth, power, greed, and vanity beyond measure. The accumulation of riches and ostentatious decoration was truly awesome, beyond all measure available to me. I crawled along on sore kneecaps, with my mouth open, bewildered and breathless. It felt as if I were crawling through a museum. Some of the floors were of marble and quite slick to move over easily. I drooled from both holes without realizing it and couldn't get over the trail I left in my wake.
I couldn't help thinking about my cock and balls. The way my boner bobbed and my sweaty balls rode between my thighs. The sensations were enough to interfere with anything else and I had difficulty otherwise. My hard-on was a true master, of me at least, and already a slave to Colleen. Sometimes I moved my thighs the wrong way and caught my testicles between them. My balls would then twist and roll until I almost went down with the pain. I'd need to jump up onto one knee and shake my balls free. It wasn't easy to keep them under me without getting them caught, but I figured 'a husband's gotta do what a husband's gotta do'.
I felt sure maids and butlers lurked somewhere yet unbeknownst to me. They were probably watching from peepholes and from darkened recesses. But I really didn't wish to meet them just yet, at least not like this. So I didn't look for any and prayed none appeared.
We passed through several chambers, each larger and more ornate than the last. I was stunned by my sudden change to good fortune and tried to ponder that which I couldn't fathom. Colleen's home turned out to be a mansion through which we strolled till we started down a very long corridor that became narrower. Suddenly I wasn't turning my head from side to side, but looking straight ahead to a door at the corridors far end. We soon had to walk and crawl in single file -and I was forced to take the lead. We approached and entered through the door.
I found myself in a room unlike any other. It was a white room, a glossy white room. The ceiling, floor, and every wall were white. It looked like the inside of an oven for baking paint onto cars. But it was only a cube, a six and one half foot cube. There were no windows and the door lacked a knob on the inside. In fact the door almost disappeared when shut.
The ceiling was almost entirely light and I couldn't even look up at it. There was a camera situated in every corner of the room, all eight. I could hear them whir and zoom in on me as I entered. The floor was actually a shallow dimple with a drain in the very center. The surface was made of rubber or something similar. Lying on the floor near the drain was a small cassette, with headphones, an expensive set of headphones. I followed Nutte up to it and saw there was much more to each piece.
Nutte reached down and picked up the cassette player; it was attached to a two inch wide leather belt, about ten inches long. She went to my behind and I brought my buttocks up before being told.
