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A Step Away from the Ordinary

By: ed4242001



Opportunities, it seems, linger just a hair's width below the mundane, and Eddie's life was certainly full of the mundane. Each morning he awoke at 6, relieved himself, and made his first cup of coffee. He sat in the recliner he had known since childhood, the recliner being one of the few things that his older sisters had bequeathed him from his mom's meager estate. The recliner was a place of comfort in a life that seemed always just a little out of sync.

He quickly sipped the coffee as he quickly perused the newsfeeds on the smart phone. He checked his Google+ account, disappointed yet again that no one had made a comment on his postings. He sighed, and quickly finished the first cup of coffee quickly, being careful to not burn his mouth. He then made another cup, and headed to the shower, after which he carefully shaved his light beard growth, lathered his tender skin in lotion, feeling the roughness, but deciding shaving his body could wait another day. He glanced down at the phone, touched the screen, and quickly rechecked through the erotic pictures of dominant women that filled his Google+ feed. 

As much as he craved dominance, he feared moving his submission from the safety of fantasy to the real world. Walking back to his bedroom, his thin naked frame barely stirred the air. He slipped on a lacey panty, stepped into his slacks, and donned his pink oxford, as today was "pink Wednesday" at work, a tradition that was a deeply rooted in the culture of the small woman-owned company he had worked for over the past year. He slipped his phone into his pocket, picked up his backpack, and headed out at the door just in time to catch the 7:10 bus a block from the apartment. 

Most mornings, Eddie would resume checking his Google+ on the short bus-ride to work, tilting the screen towards the window so that his interests would remain private. He was startled as someone sat down next to him, and quickly slipped the phone into his shirt pocket. As usual, he didn't turn towards the person, but turned to look out the window; however, he was soon aware of a womanly scent. He dared a glance to his right, and was surprised to see her short heels, slowly following the smooth curves of her calf. 

It was unusual that anyone would sit next to him, particularly at this early hour, when the bus was nearly empty. And, it was even more unusual for a woman to sit at his side. His lower lip trembled slightly, he turned back to the window, but continued to take furtive glances back to his right, each time starting again at her feet, and each time daring a longer stare, inching his gaze towards her knees. He was lost in time and deep inside the fantasy world that was his one pleasure, where his slight frame and feminine features became something of interest to powerful women, instead of his shame.

He was startled as the bus stopped and she rose from her seat, realizing that he had gone past his stop. He got up and hurried out the door, quickly taking his bearings. But as soon as he saw her walking away, his thoughts of getting to the office faded, and he was compelled to follow her, hypnotized by the erotic sway of her hips and her short gray skirt. He watched as the hem of her matching jacket flapped, as if it was caressing her hips with each step. In less than a block, she turned into an office building, breaking the spell. Knowing he was close being late, he turned and rushed back towards his building, which was fortunately just 6 blocks away. 

Upon entering his building, he noticed the crowds at the elevators, and turned to take the stairs, taking two at a time until he reached the 4th floor suite. He paused at the glass doors, and realizing that there wasn't time to make his customary restroom stop, he opened the doorway and entered the plush offices of Fem Tech. He was soon at his desk, breathless stairs and jogging. He started up his computer and began to put the morning report together. He glanced at his watch as he heard the report began to spit out of the nearby printer, and realizing he had only moments to spare, he grabbed his notebook, fetched the report from the printer, and headed to the conference room.

Fem Tech was an IT services company, and almost all of the technical and management staff was women, which suited Eddie, as he had always seemed to flourish with female management. Technically, he was the CIO, but the title disguised the fact that the only person he managed was himself, having to take care of everything from maintaining the servers and desktop computers, to changing paper and toner in the printers. He was flushed as he took his seat in the chairs placed against the wall, not having the status to sit at the conference table. The room was alive with morning chatter and almost full—he was clearly the last one to enter. The woman sitting at the table just in front of him turned and said:

"Nice of you to join us, Eddie." Judith was in charge of all of the administrative and support activities and was his boss. 

Eddie blushed, feeling the gaze of everyone in the room, managing a stuttered "yes Ma'am, sorry I am late." 

The table conversations abruptly ended and everyone stood up as Ms. Degrasse, the company owner and CEO entered. As the group took their seats, Eddie looked down and started going over the report he had just printed, hoping that everything was in order. The reported detailed the IT support metrics tracked by the management system, and as long as everything was green, he would not have anything to say. But this was not going to be his day. He tried to listen as he dug into the report. 

Then he heard Ms. Degrasse say, "We have only one area that it out of compliance today, and that is IT support. Judith, can you provide me some insight into why we had two servers fail backup last night?" 

Judith turned, looking over her shoulder at Eddie, which was his cue to answer the question. Eddie felt the eyes of all the women at the table. He was uncomfortable speaking in public, and particularly uncomfortable answering Ms. Degrasse's questions, as she was more than demanding and unforgiving. He nervously flipped through the pages of the report, and soon had the server status summary in hand. He noticed the flags on the server backup, but found it hard to speak in the pressure of the moment.

Finally, he managed to say "Ms. Degrasse, umm ... ah ... I am running a diagnostic and I should have the details within the hour." She frowned, paused, and then said, "Judith, we really need the details on the daily metrics at this meeting, so that I can set priorities."

"I understand, Ellen," Judith responded. "It doesn't directly impact operations; but I will make sure you have a detailed report by the time the meeting is over." 

Ms. Degrasse seemed satisfied with the answer, and continued down the agenda. Judith turned, and motioned for Eddie to come closer to her. He awkwardly rose, taking a half step in a crouched position, kneeling down at Judith's side, between her and her neighbor at table. Her anger was obvious, as she leaned down and whispered in Eddie's ear. 

"Get the details and get back here ASAP if you value your job!" she said firmly. 

Eddie arose, grabbed his papers and notebook, and headed back to his office. As he sat down, the feelings of inadequacy and embarrassment overwhelmed him. He had let his boss down and he knew that there would be consequences. For a moment, his mind flipped back to the erotic lady in the gray suit from his bus ride, but as soon as his screen came alive, he began to dig into the issue. Within a few minutes, he had the answer—an update to the backup software had not been applied to the two servers that failed the update. Fortunately it was something he could do in a few minutes, and the backups could be started as soon as the updates were applied. As soon as the screen indicated that the software was updated, he opened the management console for the backup system, and initiated the two failed backups. He looked down at his watch—the whole process had taken just 20 minutes. He gathered up his things and headed back to the conference room. 

As he walked up to the door, it opened and the women started filing out, so Eddie stepped back, suddenly very aware of an urgent need to pee. As soon as Judith got to the door, she grabbed his arm firmly and said, "Come with me." Eddie trailed behind, seeing the anger in her walk. They were soon at her office. Eddie followed as she entered her office. She turned facing him. "Do not ever embarrass me like that again, Eddie! Understand?" she said, doing little to mask her anger. Eddie visibly trembled and he felt his eyes watering. The pressure of his bladder was becoming almost unbearable. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said with a stutter. She continued, "So can you tell me what happened with the fucking backup?"

"Yes Ma'am, he replied, and began to give her the details. 

"So what do I tell Ellen, other than you fucked it up?" she asked sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again. The backup should be done by now and everything is updated so it will go smoothly tonight," he managed to say, fighting back the tears.

"You better hope so, Eddie. And you better make sure I am not ever caught flat footed with Ellen. I intend to make a record of this with HR. Understand?" she said, as she calmed down.

Eddie nodded, managing a "Yes Ma'am," as his head looked down at the floor. 

Judith turned and sat down at her desk, with Eddie gazing as she sat down and crossed her legs. He let out a soft sigh as he caught a brief glimpse of her panties. She was everything he wanted in a woman, though he never expressed his feelings to her. She was confident, smart, and dressed perfectly. His thoughts started to stray, as he stood uncomfortably at the side of her desk needing desperately to pee, looking down at her lap. She dismissed him as she began going over some papers. 

"I will take care of briefing Ellen. Now don't let this happen again," she said. 

"And Eddie, I am sure you would have had time to get your facts in order if you had arrived this morning on time. And, you looked disheveled this morning—that shirt looks like you slept in it. You are supposed to be a manager, not the janitor." She paused and then continued, "Perhaps you should plan on arriving earlier in the future," she said as she dismissed him. 

He dashed out of the office, just making it to the small men's room just off the elevator lobby. He hated using this men's room—it was little more than a janitor closet with a stool. 

Even more frustrating, the door wouldn't lock—something he has asked about, but only got a "we'll let the building manager know." 

He usually stopped at the 2d floor, which had a more conventional men's room; but the access was controlled by a pass card, and his card did not work for that lock. So, his habit was to wait in the elevator area until he saw a man heading to the restroom, and he would follow right behind, entering before the door relocked. He also seldom used a urinal, fearing someone might discover the panties as well as his inadequacy, a circumstance he had been painfully aware of since junior high gym. 

He slipped down his pants, sitting on the stool, and noticing a small wet spot on the pants. He worried that the spot would be noticeable. It took some time for his stream to start. 

He thought to himself, "I know that damn door is going to open any second, and here I was about to wet my pants, but now that I can pee, I can't!" 

After some time, the stream began to flow and he felt relief for the first time since leaving the bus. Finishing, he pulled up his panties and pants, tucked his shirt in, and washed his hands in the utility sink. Looking into the mirror, he noticed wet spots under his arms, as well as the small wet spot on his pants. There was little that he could do about the shirt, but he stood close to the hand dryer until the embarrassing wet spot on his pants was gone. He wondered if Judith had noticed the wet spot.

The rest of the day was lost in the mundane support activities, yet the sense of dread seemed to hang over him. He worried that he would be called back to his supervisor's office, or worse, to Ms. Degrasse's office, but fortunately, that call never came. By 6 pm he had wrapped up his work, double checked the backup processes, and headed down the stairs. Normally he would catch the 6:15 bus back home, but he soon found himself standing outside the office building that the lady in gray had entered at the start of the day. He could not get her out of his mind. 

He paused near the entrance, not really sure what he expected by coming to the building. He walked on past the entrance to the next intersection, and then turned back towards to the bus stop. He glanced down at his watch, and felt annoyed when he realized that he had missed his regular bus. 

"I'll just get a quick bite to kill some time before 7:30 bus," he thought. 

And then he noticed her—the lady in the gray suit, walking out of her building. He watched hypnotically for a few moments, and then began to follow her sway a safe distance away. After a few blocks, she entered a tavern. Cautiously he opened the door, finding himself in a crowded, noisy, and dimly lit sports bar. He looked around but could not pick her out from the crowd. He felt nervous and a bit out of place, but felt some security in the anonymity of the crowd. He spied an open bar stool, and grabbed a menu. As he scanned the list, his mind kept wandering back through the events of the day.

"So what'll it be," the cute bartender asked, interrupting his thoughts. 

He ordered a draft and a burger and tucked the well-worn menu back into the holder. He blankly stared at the non-stop news on the television above the bar, occasionally daring a glance at the bartender, but his senses were set ajar by a familiar scent. 

He turned to his left and was surprised to see the lady in gray. "So we meet again," she said. Eddie was embarrassed as his voice cracked a "Yes Ma'am." 

He found himself looking down at the hemline of her skirt, which had bared quite a bit of her thigh. 

"Oh I like a polite boy," she said playfully, as she reached out lifted his chin. 

"And my name is Donna. So tell me, why such a sad face, sweetie?" she added.

He told Donna his name, and was soon spilling out the details from the disastrous morning meeting. Eddie found Donna surprisingly easy to talk with, and she seemed interested in all the details. When he told her about the meeting with Judith after the morning meeting, she asked about his feelings and wondered how it had felt to be humiliated by his boss. 

Eddie replied: "She was right, Donna. I had let her down and I deserved the reprimand. And my shirt was a mess."

"Oh yes," Donna replied. 

"Boys do need firm direction and do need to understand that there are consequences." 

She paused, and continued, "So, Eddie, you know you need firm direction, don't you?"

Eddie paused, and softly replied: "Yes, Donna."

"And you do understand the importance of consequences, don't you Eddie?" she said.

"I do, and yeah I know that it is the only way a person learns and remembers, Donna" he replied, becoming more comfortable and relaxed.

"I would prefer 'Miss Donna.' You do remember than I like politeness," she said coyly.

"Yes, Miss Donna," Eddie replied, as the bartender served him the steak and fries he had ordered. 

Donna reached over and slipped the plate in front of her, saying, "You don't mind if I have a little bite first, do you Eddie?"

"No, Miss Donna," he replied. 

He was feeling so overwhelmed and was lost in his thoughts as she began quietly eating his meal. He could not imagine his good fortune in stumbling into Donna ... Miss Donna ... at the bar. She seemed so genuine and pleasant, and he just could not believe that such a beautiful woman would want to talk with him. Normally being quite shy and private about his feelings, he felt embarrassed that he had told her all the details of his humiliation at work, but Eddie felt so listened to and comfortable with her. 

He ordered refills for their drinks, and soon was feeling exceptionally relaxed and at ease, as if he was alone with Miss Donna in a private place. All of the background music and chatter seemed to fade away and he simply ached to hear her voice. She soon finished his meal, offering him the few remaining fries, which he gratefully consumed. Unfortunately for Eddie, he had not noticed that she had slipped something in his drink, which, coupled with the alcohol, would soon have him in a deep euphoric stance.

She waited a few minutes, observing his speech and behavior. 

Once she was sure the drug had taken effect, she stood up and said softly, yet with a firm tone, "come with me." 

She waited as he paid the bar tab, then stood, and walked away. Eddie obediently and mindlessly followed, following behind her as she moved through the crowd towards the back of the bar. 

She paused at the ladies room, saying, "Wait for me." 

Again, Eddie complied, as if waiting in the narrow hallway next to the ladies room door was the most natural thing to do. After a few minutes, she came out, and again Eddie followed her, as she walked out the rear door to the bar into an alleyway. Eddie felt so comfortable, with no worries or anxieties, as they walked down the alley. After a few hundred feet, Donna turned to an unmarked doorway, and rang the "deliveries" buzzer. The door clicked, and she walked into the building, with Eddie just behind her. 

She walked down a dimly lit hallway, and then paused at a door, saying "wait in here, Eddie." 

Eddie opened the door, trying unsuccessfully to find a wall switch as the door closed behind him. He had no sense of how big the room was or what it contained. The total darkness was disorienting, but he was surprisingly calm. He tried to open the door to help brighten the room so that he could locate a wall switch, but the door was locked, so he just leaned against the wall to wait. 

After some time, Eddie sunk down to the floor. His mind was consumed with elation and thoughts of Donna. He barely noticed as the door opened and Donna returned. As she closed the door, the lighting slowly rose to a faint dim, which began to give the room shape and form. 

"So there are you, little one," she said, as she turned and looked down at him. 

She helped him to his feet, and guided him across the room towards a raised stage, which was centered and set back about ten feet from one wall. There was a long mirror along the wall, and a walkway between the stage and the wall. Everything was painted black, including the ceilings and floor. She helped him to sit on the edge of the stage, facing the mirrored wall. 

As he sat down he tried to take in the surroundings through the darkness. He guessed that the stage was about 20 foot square, raised a couple of feet off the floor. There appeared to be a recessed section about 4' in diameter at the center of the stage, with two poles, about 10' high, rising up from the sides of the recessed area into the darkness of the ceiling. As Eddie took in the setting, he was perplexed, but still strangely comforted. 

Donna began to explain: "I would like to spend some private time with you, sweet Eddie. You are such a good boy and I really enjoy playing with sweet boys who know how to obey. Would you like to spend some time with me, Eddie?"

"Yes Miss Donna," Eddie said, his mind floating, his desire to please Donna seeming to overtake all of his thoughts. He heard his own words as he talked, as if he was watching a clip on his computer. Was this actually happening, or was he lost in a dream? He tried to get his mind around it, but he kept slipping back deeper into his fascination with Donna.

"Eddie, you could slip off your things if you would like to relax," she said with a sultry voice. Eddie reached down and slipped off his shoes and socks, and then took off his shirt. "Just relax, sweet Eddie," she said in a comforting voice. His calves and feet were hanging over the edge of the stage as Donna unbuckled his pants. "Would you like to slip these off, Sweetie?" Donna asked. Eddie nodded, lifting his hips as she slipped his slacks down. 


A Step Away from the Ordinary Ch. 02



This is the second part of the story of the experiences of Eddie, a male submissive who has unexpectedly found himself in the midst of the reality of submission. Begin with the first part of the story to understand how the experience began.

*****

Eddie felt warmth flowing through his body, and still, despite all that had happened, felt more and more comfortable as the warmth and accompanying comfort spread. He thought back as Donna's parting words continued to circle through his lethargic mind, "as long as you behave, you will receive treats, but if you continue to fail me or my friends, there will be no more for you but unbearable discomfort to match our disappointment." As the phrase continued to spiral and twist in his thoughts, words dropped off the end, in a slow motion animation of fantasy, until the last five words remain, "as long as you behave," circling, deepening in color, then flowing down in a spirally eddy in the darkest depth of his subconscious identity. 

Donna had turned and walked to the poles in the recessed area, pulling down a shower spray handle that had been connected to the pole. "Spread your legs and do not let go of the poles," Donna said casually, as if she were giving him directions across the street. He tightened his grip on the poles, spreading his legs apart as far as he could manage, finding renewed strength and easing pain as the warmth flowed through his system. She stepped back and began rinsing him off with a warm soft spray, the water running out of the drains in the recessed area of the stage. She then clipped the hose to the pole, saying to her friends, "finish him while I get a drink."

Angie and Lilly came up to Eddie on the stage and began rubbing a soothing lotion over his body. Their hands felt wonderful and tender, yet firm. He was surprised to realize that his was still firmly erect, as they coated his genitals, and continued down his legs. After his body was covered, Angie slapped his cock hard, saying "I'll be back, sweetie." 

There was no pain from the slap, just an awareness that it happened. Both women stepped back down, joining Donna at the bar. After about 15 minutes Eddie began to feel a burning sensation all over his body, which continued until Donna stepped back up on the platform. She silently took the hose, and again sprayed down his body. After she was done, she turned, saying "you look much cleaner now, little one." 

Eddie tried to focus as Donna walked away and stepped off the stage. So much had happened, but nothing was clear in his mind other that the stage sense of contentment. When he glanced up into the mirror, he was disappointed his erection was not as big as it had seemed in his mind. He also noticed that all of the hair was gone from his body and he noticed how much his ball sack had swollen and how the deep purple color contrasted sharply with the nearby lighter skin. He remained confused and disoriented, yet the feelings of euphoria continued to be strong. After a few minutes, he heard Donna say "you can tell the others we are ready." 

As he watched in the mirror, Angie opened the door to leave the room and curtains began closing to cover the mirrored wall. In a few minutes he heard the sounds of people coming into the room talking, then hearing the sounds of chairs being moved as people sat down. He heard sounds and muffled conversations from the bar area, as drinks were made and taken to the guests. He did not want the good feelings to end and he wanted more than anything to please Miss Donna.

The crowd began to quite down as the room grew completely dark. He heard someone walking across the room behind him, and up the stage. Then he heard Dona's voice, as she whispered in his ear. "Now Eddie, let me be very clear. This is not a game. You behave and do exactly what you are told when you are told, and you will be rewarded. Disobey me and you will be lucky if you have one of your balls left. I own you. Completely."

She then turned and moved to the front of the stage as a spotlight brightened her, and she began speaking through a PA system. "Good evening, friends, and welcome to our quarterly training night. Tonight we have a special treat planned for you. Angie and Lilly will be helping me demonstrate how an inexperienced stranger can be quickly trained to be a mindful and most obedient servant. As you may have observed through the one way mirror or on your TV monitors while you were all gathering in the front room tonight, Eddie and I were complete strangers before tonight—well let me say, I was a complete stranger to him! 

"Despite just meeting, you may have noticed how easily little Eddie gained my trust and agreed to submit to my desires and amusement, eagerly following every command in order to please me, even though some things caused him a little embarrassment and some discomfort." Eddie heard laughs from the audience. Donna continued, "I hope you have everything you need at your tables—if not, please take a moment to refresh your drinks and plates, and we will get started."

Eddie noticed that the room lights had been raised again and he heard the noises of people getting up and refreshing their drinks. Soon the room again died down, and the lights dimmed again, leaving the room in darkness. He then heard a drum roll over the speakers, as the recessed portion of the stage began revolving until he was facing the audience with the spot light focused on him. The crowd clapped louder as he was turned. His lower lip was trembling, but he continued to feel strangely at ease. 

As the music started, Donna commanded, "Dance, Eddie. Dance for all of us." He began to dance awkwardly to the music, swaying and gyrating his hips. The crowd joined in with catcalls and encouragements. When the music stopped, Eddie unconsciously re-grabbed the two poles and stood with his feet apart, noticing as Angie walked up to the stage. Reflexively, his bottom lip started trembling.

Donna continued her m/c duties, saying, "Let's give him a hand for being such a good boy!" After the applause died down, she continued "you may remember last quarter when we demonstrated the Dreamlover 2000. We have been busy in our own labs, and now will demonstrate our version, which we call 'Good Boy.' You may have noticed the silver cock ring which Eddie himself fastened around his cock and ball sack. There are several important features of the ring. 

"First, the ball ring goes tightly around the balls. You may have noticed the power egg on the ring. It contains the power supply and motivational circuitry. The electrode on the surface of the egg makes contact near the bottom and the ring itself serves as a second electrode. Though it has a small size, it can deliver quite the punch. We call the egg our motivator. While you might have noticed how easy it was for Eddie to unsnap the ring, once the egg is attached, the clasp is absolutely impossible to open without a special command from the remote.

"Now you will see Angie attaching the wrist bands, which serve two purposes, which I will explain in a moment. And third is the remote control I just mentioned, which Angie is now holding." Turning to Angie, Donna continues, "Angie, put him in position please. And Eddie, do not move from the position until you have permission."

Angie took his hand and steadied him as she walked him to the front edge of the stage, nearest the audience. Eddie tried to look out and see the audience, but the stage lights effectively blinded him. Angie said, "Leash" and Eddie dropped obediently to all fours with his head held high at the center of the front edge of the stage. She adjusted his position, lifting his head up further. Once she was satisfied, she moved her hand to his mouth. "Eat" she said to him. He instantly reached out with his tongue and took the treat into his mouth. He savored the taste he had been craving, and he felt the increased feeling of warmth in his abdomen and groin area. Again, he experienced a strong craving for more.

Once Angie stood up, Donna continued. "Much like the Dreamlover 2000, the Good Boy will administer motivation to the subject whenever the remote is pressed. Angie will start at the lowest level and, based on your applause, we will increase the motivation. Ready Angie?"

Angie nodded, pressing a few buttons on the device, and then pressing the red button. At first, Eddie barely felt a tickle in his balls. But, as the audience began clapping and Angie continued to hold the button down, the tickle changed to stronger and stronger pulses, first felt just around the ring, but soon spreading throughout his groin. As the applause continued and the power was accordingly increased, Eddie struggled to stay on his hands and knees. 

"Now Eddie, you won't want to move from your position, or you will experience a very unpleasant feature of the wrist bands. You see, when the device is in protect mode" she said now turning towards the audience, "the wrist bands have a proximity detector which automatically increase the pulsing the closer the hand moves towards the ball ring. When a wrist band is about 3 inches away from the ring, the pulses are the strength of a taser and the subject will be completely incapacitated, generally losing controls of the bowels and urine. 

"The other feature of the wrist bands is in the 'puppy mode.' In this mode, the same increasing pulses begin if the wrists are lifted more than 6 inches from the ground. As you will see, as much as eddie may want to grab at the ring or stand and run away, the Good Boy will make sure that he remains your willing and obedient pet on all fours. Let's demonstrate, Angie"

Angie turned towards Eddie, saying "Stand." The memories of Dona's severe warning and memories of the pain came immediately to Eddie's mind. As he rose up from the floor, he began to feel the pulses getting stronger, and hesitated upright on his knees. "Stand!" Angie said firmly. He stood, but then his body began convulsing from the incredible pain. Angie savored his suffering for a few seconds so that the crowd could see the strength of the effect. "Down, Leash," she said. As Eddie immediately dropped to his knees with his head up, and his hands returned to the floor, the pain subsided. He was panting, gasping, trying to regain control. Angie extended her hand to Eddie's mouth, saying "Good boy," as Eddie eagerly took the soothing treat with his tongue.

Donna continued. "I'll take a few questions."

After answering several questions about the Good Boy, Donna said, "Let's take a short break. I know some of you would like to try out the Good Boy to see how it works, so while you refresh your drinks, Angie will pass the control around. Eddie, I want you to continuously walk around the perimeter of the stage throughout the break. You can try to stand and walk if you want, but I think you will enjoy staying on your hands and knees. Of course, it is up to you." Laughter spread through the audience.

Eddie tried to take in the surroundings, having his first clear view of the room. It looked much like many conferences he had attended. There were exhibit tables set up along the walls around the seating area, staffed by beautiful women talking to various attendees as they walked around the exhibits. Some of the attendees visited the bar, and a few left for a few minutes, probably taking a rest room break—something he would like to do, but he really didn't feel strong enough to bring such a request to anyone's attention. He did notice that with the exception of a couple of the wait staff, all of the people in the room were women, most still dressed in workday attire, obviously coming to the event straight from work.

-o-

The lights dimmed to signal the end of the break, and the stage lights washed the stage again, as Donna walked up to the front of the stage, clicking the remote to turn off the puppy mode, while keeping the protect mode activated. She then walked up the steps centered on the stage front, directing Eddie to stand. Without hesitating, but braced for the shock that didn't come, he took Donna's hand as she led him back between the poles, facing the audience, each hand holding a pole. Angie and Lilly joined Donna on the stage, taking a seat in the chairs, which had been placed one to each side of the recessed areas. Donna smiled as she noticed that during the break Eddie's penis had wilted, seemingly wanting to hide from observation, barely protruding from his body.

Donna raised the mike and began speaking to the audience, "During the break, someone noted that the activities we demonstrated were very simple and relatively pain free tasks. They wondered if Eddie would obey when asked to do things that were more challenging, so I talked with Angie and Lilly, and we came up with another task that raised the bar, so to speak." Angie and Lilly joined Donna in laughing.

As Donna continued speaking, Angie and Lilly had gotten up, gone over near Eddie, ordered him to drop his hands from the poles, and step back to the back edge of the recessed area. They then picked up a long silver bar, which looked much like a shower curtain rd, and connected it between the poles, about two feet off of the floor. Angie had brought a water bottle with her, and she reached in her jacket pocket to retrieve a short thin bungee cord, which was about two feet long, which she looped and tied around the neck of the bottle. She then leaned down and clipped the other end of the cord to the small loop on the silver ball ring, letting Donna know that she was ready.

Donna handed the mike to Angie, as she said, "All yours, Sweetie."

Angie said, "So this is a very simple task for you to do little one, so that you can show us that you really do want to be a success. Here is how this works—when I say 'start,' you will swing the bottle with your hips until it taps the bar. You have to the count of 20 to get it to tap the bar two times. If you fail, or if the bottle stops swinging, or gets hung up on the bar, I will restart you and you will get another chance. And you don't want to even imagine what would happen if you move your feet or bend to let the bottle touch the floor! Understand?"

Eddie's lower lip began to tremble and he struggled just to say "yes Miss Angie."

"Good, then," she replied. "Swing your hips for me so you get the idea." In just a few swings, eddie made the bottle tap against the bar. "Good boy," she said, giving him a treat.

Looking over her shoulder towards her friends she said, "I think we are all set, ladies?"

"Almost," said Lilly. She walked up to one of the poles, as Angie moved to the other. They reached down and lifted the bar up, reconnecting it about waist high, laughing and joking as they completed the adjustment. They then had Eddie move about a foot further away from to the bar.

Angie then took a step and leaned down to grab the water bottle, and raised it about waist level as she stepped back to Eddie's side. "Oh, I should remind you to keep your hands on your hips at all times, but not any closer as the Good Boy is still in the protect mode. I should also mention that the start height also increases with each restart," she said. Turning to face the audience, she dropped the bottle as she said "Go."

Eddie yelped as the bottle jerked his nuts, but he was determined to do the task. He immediately started swinging his hips, as the crowd shouted out the countdown and encouraged him. The starting swings were easy, but as the bottle neared horizontal pole, Eddie began to feel the tug of the bottle and the effort required to keep it going higher increased. And as the bottle got higher, the tug on his cock ring increased.

He heard the crowd count "20" as the bottle finally tapped the bar. "So close, little one," Angie said, as she leaned down to retrieve the bottle. She stood back up, holding the bottle, and said, "This time we'll start just a bit higher, little one." Angie raised it to the height of his nipples, dropping it as the group eagerly said, "Go!"

The pain felt almost unbearable. He was already sore from the first round and, having experienced the first drop unexpectedly, he had braced himself for the known inevitable pain. Unfortunately, the bracing made the pain even more severe. The trembling had also grown worse, as he struggled just to start it moving, hearing a "9" before he had gained any momentum at all with the bottle. He focused and worked his hips, griping the poles tightly, and using arm strength to increase his sway. He heard "17" as the bottle finally tapped the pole, but his next swings failed him again. 

"Oh my, such a disappointment. We need to press the reset button," Angie said, as she retrieved and raised the bottle. This time she lifted the bottle up to Eddie's mouth, stretching the bungee cord. "Open," she said, as she made a small loop in the bungee near the bottle and held the loop between his teeth. "Close," she said, "and don't you dare open until we say 'go.'"

Tears began to stream down Eddie's deeply flushed cheeks, his knees bending, and the pain from his balls unrelenting. Angie casually moved back to the pole, folding her arms, looking directly at Eddie's stretched and swollen dark purple ball sack, and marveling in her work. After what seemed like an eternity, she softly said, "Go." The bungee snapped out of eddie's mouth and his groans turned to sobs.

"Oh, little boy, you were not listening. Didn't I say not to open your mouth until we said Go?" Angie said, with a laugh. Turning to the crowd, she said, "Ladies did you hear anyone else say 'go?'"

"Not I," said Donna. 

"Not I," said Lilly.

Angie retrieved the bottle, this time making the loop about 8" further from the top of the bottle. She stretched the cord nearly to its limit, placed again between his teeth, saying "Now little one, DO NOT open your mouth until we say 'Go.' Am I clear?" 

Eddie nodded, as the tears continued to flow, he cheeks burning red. After a few moments, she turned and motioned to the crowd, and together they all shouted "Go!" Eddie hesitated, anticipating the nearly unbearable pain, and then released the cord. The bottle stretched out the cord, tapping on the floor and then rebounding and falling again as Eddie cried out, using everything he could to keep standing. Slowly, and then more rapidly Eddie began the swinging, the pain now constantly throbbing in his balls and throughout his abdomen, the muscles in his thighs burning. The bottle tapped the bar at the count of 15, and made it the second time just as the women shouted "20."

"So close, little one," Angie said, "I am not sure if that last one counted." She walked up beside Eddie, and picked up the bottle. Turning towards the crowd, she said, "I think we need to vote on it. Miss Donna?"

"I think he made just made it," she said.

"Lilly?" Angie said.

"Oh I'm not so sure. Since I can't be definite, I would have to say no," Lilly replied.

"Umm, so I guess I have the tie breaker," Angie said, as she picked up the bottle, holding it up to her chest. She seemed to ponder a few moments, then said, "I think you pass, little one. You so need a success." 

Donna walked up to the stage, and took the mike from Angie, as Angie continued to hold the bottle and the bottle leash continued to stretch Eddie's tender balls. Donna said, "We would like to show you one more feature of the Good Boy. We call it the leash tug controller. When leash mode is activated, anytime the small ring connected to the ball band is pulled ... You guessed it ... the motivator does its job! Let's demonstrate!" 

Donna nodded to Angie, and then clicked a button on the remote, as Angie dropped the bottle, sending a series of pulses through Eddie's body with each bounce of the bottle until the bottle came to rest. Once it stopped, Angie sat, "down," walking up behind Eddie to unsnap the bottle leash. She instructed Eddie to walk continuously around the edge of the stage on all fours during the break, warning him that the Good Boy was in puppy mode. Both women left the stage to the applause of the crowd, and the lights came up signaling another break.




A Step Away from the Ordinary Ch. 02



-o-

The break started as the lights came up a bit. Eddie tried to look around as much as possible, without obviously moving his head, as he tried to recover from the experience. Then his eye caught a glimpse of someone that seemed familiar talking with Angie. A few moments later, he noticed the woman again as she was taking the remote from Angie—he was stunned to realize it was Miss Degrasse. She noticed his gaze and walked over near the platform, casually walking along beside him. "So nice to see you here tonight, eddie" she said. "Perhaps you can clear your poor performance record at work with a strong performance here tonight? How does that sound to you?" 

Eddie just could not process the fact that he was in this embarrassing situation with his boss's boss. He always had felt intimidated by her presence, but now the feeling was overwhelming. With a tremble and stutter in his voice, Eddie managed to say, "Fine, Ma'am." 

Holding the remote for the Good Boy in her hand, and tracing her fingertips over the control buttons, she said, "we should try this out, shouldn't we?" she said sweetly. It took all of his strength to say, "As you desire, Ma'am."

She had him stop in his tracks so that he could pay attention. She reached down and cupped his chin, lifting his head so that she was looking in his eyes, and said "Angie and I were talking, and we would like to see how fast you can run on your hands and knees, Eddie. Each time I press the pulse button once, you should go faster. If I double click it, as you tech types say, you slow down. If you don't respond properly, I will increase the power level and the fun continues. And Angie will walk along beside you, like she is walking her dog. Is that okay, Eddie?"

Again, Eddie managed a yes ma'am. Miss Degrasse turned and called to Angie, "Angie, we are ready." Angie had changed into a running outfit during the break, including a short sleeve pink singlet and very short pink running pants, which she wore over a pair of panty hose. She stepped up on the platform, reached down and fastened a collar around Eddie's neck, and snapped a leash to the collar. "Let's begin," said Miss Degrasse. Angie pointed out the leash mode button, and Miss Degrasse activated it, and then lightly pressed the red button.

Eddie felt the tingle of the ball ring and began to walk on his hands and knees alongside Angie. Soon he felt another tingle and began moving faster, as Angie began a slow jog. The others in the crowd began gathering around to watch the event. After another tingle, Eddie moved faster, but Angie gave a short jerk on the leash. He felt an immediate sharp jolt in his groin when Angie tugged the leash. A moment later, he felt yet another tingle, so he tried to speed back up, but Angie was resolute, jerking the leash, resulting in a sharp jolt to his groin to keep him at her slow jog pace. 

A moment later he felt two sharp pulses, and he tried to slow down, as Angie began jogging at a faster pace, tugging at Eddie, which resulted in strong jolts to encourage him to speed up, which Miss Degrasse noted, and soon applied the stronger motivation. As soon as Eddie was matching Angie's pace, Eddie felt two very strong pulses again and tried to slow down, which again resulted in tugs and jolts on the leash. Acting like she was frustrated, Angie dropped the leash saying, "I guess he isn't a very good jogging partner." Everyone in the crowd laughed. 

Angie reached down with her cupped hand saying "Good boy," as Eddie eagerly lapped up the treat, returning to his head up position. Donna explained. "You see another feature—the collar, much like the wrist bands, also sends signals to the motivating band. A tug on the leash issues a level 4 shock, helping reinforce that the pet is not to pull on the leash. You saw earlier that this same function can be activated when the leash is connected to the motivation ring. In effect, you have a perfect training system that will have even the most unruly boy behaving. 

"You may have also noticed the treats we use as rewards for good behavior. They are a special puppy treat blended by our research team to get an immediate taste satisfaction. We have added a drug which triggers erection, which will last from 10 minutes to 4 hours, depending on how many treats are given. And eating the treat also results in a strong craving that can only be satisfied by another treat. We have found this reward/punishment system helps immediately program the behavior you desire, whether it is being a good puppy, or being a very attention oral provider." Laughter and applause rolled through the gathered audience.

For our next demonstration, Angie and Lilly have agreed to race our sweet pet. In order to make this fair, it will be a three legged race for the ladies. Our sweet boy may choose to run on his feet or his hands and feet—of course the Good Boy will be on, so I do imagine that he will stay on all fours. Whoever wins the race will receive a special treat! So let's do some rearranging of the tables so we have a clear aisle to the far wall, while we tie Angie's right calf to Lilly's left calf."

As the crowd began to clear the raceway, Angie and Lilly sat on the edge of the stage, while Donna took the leash and lead Eddie to the bottom of the steps that led up to the stage. Angie and Lilly took a few minutes to coordinate walking as a three legged pair, and soon the contestants were all lined up. 

Donna continued, "So just to review the rules ... on 'go' the contestants will run to the far wall, touch it, and run back here, up the steps, and touch the poles. The first contestant to touch both polls wins the treat. Everyone ready?" 

Shouts of approval rose from the crowd, as Donna said, "Some racing music please!" The Lone Ranger Theme began over the PA, and Donna shouted "Go!"

Eddie moved out ahead of the Angie and Lilly, who were still working on coordinating their steps. Soon Eddie was at the far wall and turned, and soon passed the stumbling pair. He reached the stage steps, still well in the lead, but as he reach up with his hand to start up the steps, he was hit by a strong jolt from the Good Boy, as he had raised his hand more than six inches from the floor. 

Eddie soon figured out what was happening and started moving up the steps and across the stage. He stepped down into the recessed area as the ladies began climbing up the steps. As he reached out to touch the pole, the Donna selected the full power button on the remote, and Eddie's ball ring felt like fire, with strong pulses streaming throughout his trembling body, drawing him into a fetal ball on the floor. 

And then the worse thing happened—as advertised, he lost control of his bowels and urine began spurting. As Angie and Lilly stumbled on by, carefully staying on the stage floor and not stepping into the fouled recess area, Angie casually looked down, saying "awe shucks, puppy made a mess." Everyone howled as Angie and Lilly touched the poles to finish first.

Donna took the microphone, and said, "Let's get our drinks refreshed as we prepare the next demonstration." Donna walked up the steps of the stage towards Eddie, holding the remote, and said to Eddie, "it's off for the time being. I want you to stand and hold the poles while the ladies spray you off."

"Yes Ma'am," he said, timidly rising, unsure if the device was truly off or not. Unconsciously he reached down to his penis, a move he immediately regretted, as the pulses started anew. Puzzled, he looked back at Donna. 

"Oh, I thought you would know that I never turn off the protect function. The closer your hands are to your wee willie, the stronger the pulse. Keep them at least a foot away and you will be able to stay on your feet."

Lilly and Angie had unstrapped their paired calves, and had reached up for the hose. They each took a turn spraying the filth off of Eddie and the floor, washing the residue down the drain. After cleaning him up, Angie returned him to the front of the stage. Two queening chairs were set at the front of the stage, facing each other, about 10' apart. A sawhorse apparatus, called a mule was set in the middle of the stage, and Lilly used a small step stool to help Eddie get up on the device, removing the stepstool, leaving his feet off the floor. 

Unlike a traditional sawhorse made out of scrap wood, this sawhorse, called a mule, was made of finely finished oak and the top board, instead of being flat, and followed the angles of the legs, ending in a slightly rounded point. Lilly lifted Eddie's arms to extend at about 45 degrees, as he moved his arms slightly to balance himself. As Lilly left the stage, she gave Eddie a treat, saying "Good boy," and then warned Eddie that the Good Boy device was turned back on, and told him to not move his arms and await the next event on the evenings' agenda. After a few minutes, Eddie began feeling the weight in his arms, and the increasing discomfort as his body pressed down on the small rounded top of the mule.

-o-

Later, the lights dimmed, and the people returned to their seats for the next workshop session. Donna began, saying, "I do trust you have enjoyed our demonstrations this evening. We have truly enjoyed putting this together for you, and I hope you enjoy the rest of our presentation. As a recap, we began earlier this evening with a subject whose only real experience of submission was fantasy. I do want to be clear, through my vetting process, I knew that the subject exhibited submissive tendencies in his everyday behaviors, particularly at the office; however, he had not met me before today. 

"You have all had the opportunity to watch this evening, first through the magic mirror and TV monitors when Lilly, Angie, and I performed some preliminary basic training, and later in person in this room. We demonstrated the effectiveness of our praise and reward system, which was strongly reinforced by our new Good Boy trainer and Good Boy treats. We discovered that the subject willfully participated in humiliation and discomfort, as well as somewhat mild CBT, and, though given the opportunity, chose to remain under my command. 

"Now we certainly know that everyone is not interested in having a puppy, but I think you will find our methods easily adapt to other behaviors you might enjoy. Additionally, note that the Good Boy device can be worn inconspicuously under clothing, and has up to a 48 hour rechargeable-battery life, depending on how many pulses are administered. Like the DreamLover2000, all remote features are available through the Good Boy phone app, including a text message when the battery reaches 80% depletion. At the ten percent of remaining battery, the device will emit a user selectable audible warning for 15 minutes, after which it will initiate a level 4 charge (with 7 being the strongest level, which you witnessed at the end of our first session) until the battery is exhausted. 

"Even with a drained battery, the locking clasp on the ring cannot be unhooked, and the black egg is also made of nearly indestructible stainless steel. The only way to remove the device is when the egg and the remote are properly charged, and the correct command sequence is issued by the remote. And, as you would expect, should the remote get in the wrong hands, any incorrect command sequence will result in shocks.

"Finally, the collar, like the wristbands, issues signals to the device when the ring on the collar is tugged, or when the wrist bands are within 3 inches of the collar, and these signals increase the level of shocks as long as the tug continues or the wrist band is within 6 inches. And one more programming feature is the arm mode, which helps encourage your subject to keep both wrests at the same elevation, and at a selectable distance apart, which we have activated. Watch as Eddie drops one wrist." Lilly turned to Eddie and said, "drop you left hand!"

Eddie yelped and fought to keep his balance as his hand dropped and the shocks began. "Return to the position," Lilly said, and Eddie immediately lifted his arm until the pulsing stopped. The movements increased the pain and discomfort of sitting on the bench, so Eddie fought to be still.

"So let's begin part 2."

As Donna finished her introduction, Lilly and Angie walked over to the special chairs, each wearing short skirts. As each woman patted Eddie on the head as they passed him, he noticed that Lilly and Angie both hand familiar remotes in their free hand. They took their respective seats in the queening chairs, pulled their skirts up as they sat down, revealing that they were not wearing anything under them. Each of the women was illuminated by a separate small tightly focused spotlight.

After they were in place, Donna continued, "You may remember earlier that the race contestants were promised a treat for winning, and that Angie and Lilly won that event, with a strong finish at the end. So now it's time for their treats!" The audience could see what was coming, and began clapping and cheering. Eddie noticed that a woman with a camera was now filming, and was near the very front on the audience. What he didn't realize was that several fixed cameras had the filming the entire evening, and that the image was broadcast to a 60" wide screen monitor centered above the stage, as well as smaller monitors in the area where the audience was seated.

Donna continued, "Now Eddie you can drop your arms. You are just in protect mode." Eddie quickly dropped his arms, his muscles relieved from the burn, as Donna continued talking to the audience. "So suppose you are watching TV or relaxing and would like a little special attention. Lilly, click your remote, please." Lilly clicked the remote, which emitted a bell tone as the shocking pulses flowed through Eddie's motivator. He was confused at first, but soon realized the shock was coming from Lilly's direction, but he waited to be told to move. 

Lilly said, "Good boy. Come." Eddie slipped along the edge of the mule, and then hopped down, walking on his hands and knees towards Lilly, feeling the numbness wear away from sitting on the mule, and the aches and pains from his groin pulses and growing stronger. Lilly held a treat cupped in her hand between her legs, and once Eddie noticed, he moved quickly to her hand. When he reached her, she stopped him with the other hand, and instructed him to lie on his back, and slip his head into the opening under her chair. She lifted up as his head slipped into the head rest, and dropped the treat into his mouth. She then settled down on his face, saying "lick, boy. And I will let you know when I want you to lick harder!"

The camera person moved to the foot of the stage so that viewers could clearly observe Eddie's eager licking. The treat took its effect on his penis quickly, as Eddie began licking. After a few minutes, Lilly clicked the remote and Eddie obviously began licking more eagerly, unconsciously lifting up his hips and wiggling, his cock dancing. Soon Lilly came with delicious spasms. She lifted up, dropped another treat in Eddie's mouth, and rubbed his hair, saying "Good Boy." After a few minutes, Eddie felt another pulse starting, hearing a different tone from across the room. He started to lean his head up to continue. Lilly said, "I think that is Angie calling, and I would be quick if I were you, Eddie!"

Eddie maneuvered himself out of Lilly's chair, as Angie continued to use the remote control, increasing the severity of the jolts. The audience could observe the spasms of his cock and balls on the monitor with each button push. Eddie moved quickly on all fours across the stage to Angie, rolled on his back, and slipped his head into the box under Angie as she lifted up. As he began licking Angie relented on the remote jolts and savored the oral pleasures. 

As soon as she came and lifted up, Lilly clicked her remote. Eddie now recognized the different tone, moved quickly back to service her. After a few minutes, Angie grew impatient and used the remote again. Eddie started to move, until Lilly clicked her remote. The audience roared and clapped in approval, as the women gracefully relented on motivations.

"So you can see," Donna said, "using the remote puts the subject at your bidding, with each experience further deepening his commitment and devotion. And, as you see, you can get multiple remotes, which can each control 2 different motivation rings, and the phone app could provide signals to any device permitted on the home computer anywhere in the world. In the wireless mode, the motivator will start pulsing, like it does on power down, whenever the connection with the wireless router is lost. So there is no escaping the limits of your control!"

"Now as many requested after our last workshop, we have brought a number of fun toys which you can try out this evening. Each of our vendor reps received numbers earlier this evening, and I'll draw numbers for our product demonstrations. When the vendor's number is called, bring up an item from your display and you'll have 15 minutes to try it out with our willing little Eddie! I think most of you have had an opportunity to visit the vendor tables, so you will be able to walk around during this phase, learn more about toys that interested you from experts, and, if the lucky number is called, you will be all be able to see it demonstrated on Eddie. So let's get started!" All applauded as the lights came back up. "First drawing in 10 minutes," Donna said, as the people broke up into small groups around the various display tables along the sides of the room.

-o-

As the people milled around the exhibit tables, Angie and Lilly rearranged the stage. The apparatus were replaced by an overstuffed arm chair on each side of the stage front. A St. Andrews cross was rigged between the poles on the stage. Eddie was placed in the down position next to one of the arm chairs on his hands and knees. Once all was in place, Angie and Lilly laid the remotes on Eddie's. back, and took a break to change. After some time, Donna picked up the microphone, saying "Number 5, make your selection and come on stage."

A young woman in her late twenties raised her hand, scanned her table, picked up a toy, and walked up to Donna at the foot of the stage front. She was trim, just over 5' and wore a dark blue pants suit over a white see through top. She was clearly bra-less, as her pert breasts were clearly on display. She had long blond hair and a broad smile and she held her hands were behind her back. "Congratulations, Maggie, you are the first product demonstrator tonight! Tell us about your product!"

Maggie began, "This is a custom kit that is made by Electro," she said, holding up a black bag that looked much like a purse. "We had a wide variety of accessories tonight, so I had a tough choice, witling down to two. Of course, the Electro control unit is the heart of the system—it is not one of those cheap TEN units; rather it is a fully programmable device with a computer chip. The first probe is a classic, with a twist," she continued as she held up a device that looked much like a banana-curved curling iron, with a rounded metallic tip and smooth body, with a one inch tapered down area before the handle. There was a wire lead exiting the handle. 

"This one is made especially for the male, and it has a switch for bi- or mono." The crowd laughed as she continued, trying to suppress her own giggles. 

"It's not as you may think! When it is in the mono- mode it needs a friend, another electrode. The current will run from the positive electrode to the negative electrode on another device, which is what I want to try out tonight. In the bi-mode, both electrodes are on the same probe, so it works all by itself." She slipped the probe back into the bag and took out another object, that looked like a piece of 3/8" rubber tubing that had a wire on one end and an 8 inch section made out of firmer material, that had a pronounced bend, like a shepherd's crook, where it connected to the flexible section. 




A Step Away from the Ordinary Ch. 02



She continued as she held up the device, "This custom device doesn't look too threatening, but it is quite the item—it is a urethral sound equipped with another mono probe. We'll soon see how this charmer works!"

"Sounds delightfully wicked," Donna said. "As you'll be our first, I will give you 5 extra minutes—that will make twenty minutes, beginning now!" 

Maggie headed up the stage, followed by the camera person. Angie got up and directed Eddie to the cross, securing his arms and legs in a spread eagle position, and popping a treat into his mouth, as she said, and "Good boy." As Maggie set bag on the floor, and kneeled at his feet, Eddie's mind was racing. He had watched attentively during the explanation, but the notion that this special item would soon been in his body really had not sunk in. But as Maggie slipped on a latex glove and took the probe out of the bag, all he could think about was how big it looked, where he realized it would soon be, and how he had never had anything bigger than an enema tube inside his body. Yet at the same time, he was relaxed and felt warm and comfortable, even bound to the cross frame. 

Maggie interrupted his focus as she said, "and don't forget to use the special lube that comes with the kit. We will use it on both probes to help ensure we get a great connection." She then lifted the probe up behind the scrotum, moving it until she felt the tip slip just inside his tight anus. 

Eddie shuttered, bracing himself. Angie was still standing beside him, and reached up to caress his chest, saying "Just be calm, Eddie. Being all tense will make it worse, so just relax and be a good boy," as she continued to lightly caress and chest and toy with his nipples. 

Maggie continued explaining, "as you insert it, you want the curve to point towards the front. It is designed to match up with the prostate, which nestles against the colon wall. Go slow at first, and continue to the recessed area of the probe, which will hold the probe perfectly in place." 

Eddie moaned as he took the fullness of the device, breathing deeply, trying to focus with Angie's encouragement. He anus sphincter muscle tightened and resisted, but as he focused and relaxed the probe slipped deeper, painfully stretching until it was seated and the pain eased. Maggie got back to her feet, and retrieved the sound, holding it up for all to see. 

Eddie had never had anything inside his urethra, except the cap of a pen a couple of times, so he was truly dreading the sound. The device looked so long and menacing, like a dangerous snake. Angie continued to stroke his chest and encouraged him to breathe slowly and deeply. After applying the gel to the tip, Maggie lifted eddie's erect penis, pointing it up at about a 45 degree angle, continuing to explain, "you can do this with a flaccid or erect penis. The key is to let the weight of the sound do the work and not try to shove it in, which could make a Prince Albert!" 

Again, the audience laughed, as she continued, "not really, but it could cause some embarrassing damage. Anyway, note how the sound just slips inside from its own weight until the curved part rests on the tip and curves down along the head." Eddie had tensed at first as she inserted the tip, which filled and stretched the channel. He felt the stretch and burn, and then it just slipped down, as if his body was sucking it in, as Angie continued to soothe him.

Maggie then turned back and dug a rubber ring that looked like a latex cock ring from the bag. "These come in various sizes. This one, as you might guess is the smallest," she said giggling, as she stretched the ring just over the head. The ring held the rubber tubing firmly against the side of Eddie's cock. 

"You may want to use a couple, or you can also use rings that can be connected together with a wire lead and to the control unit, adding another dimension to the experience."

Maggie then picked up the two trailing leads from the probes, and said "These leads are typically short, as you can see, and you have to be right next to the guy. This set comes with 3' lead extensions, which I am now connecting so that I can stand out of the way, and then they connect to the device—one in a positive slot, the other in the negative. As this device continues bi- and mono- probes, you will see that two of the connections have a + and - together to indicate that they are for bi probes." She paused as she finished the connections, and then stood back, making way for the camera person and giving a clear view to the audience. 

Eddie looked out into the crowd, no longer having any sense of embarrassment, as he cock pointed firmly up, with the wires dangling from his cock and from between his legs. 

"Now for the interesting part," Maggie said. "Usually guys get much harder as the device is activated, but in little Eddie's case, I think things are as hard as they get!" The audience laughed. She began at a low level. As she began to increase the level, Eddie's penis began to dance on its own and Eddie began to moan and whimper, in pleasure as much as in pain. 

Several in the crowd urged her to turn it up, and as she did, the penis jumped more wildly, as Eddie's eyes glazed and breath quicken. As he neared the edge of cuming, Eddie's eyes glazed and his breathing became quick and short. He began to beg Maggie to let him cum, but Maggie shut the device off, and said, "Now with this controller you can vary the effects manually, or run a program that provides a designed experience. For example, you could set it to excite him, then stop for several minutes, and then excite him again, over and over for several hours. It's sort of like programming a crock pot, you can set it and forget it, taking him to a boil, and then on low simmer or keep warm for several hours. 

"And, once he cums, you can continue the stimulation which can be particularly sweet! Now I think I have time for one more quick ride!" She turned the device back on again, again taking eddie quickly to the point of cuming. His moans were animalistic, as his hips spasmed and cock wildly bounced. He begged ... "anything ... anything ... please let me cum!" 

Unfortunately, the time had expired. As Donna called the next number, Maggie unhooked the wires and removed the probes, wiping them with tissues and then sanitary wipes, throwing the tissues, wipes, and gloves in the nearby trash. Eddie gasped as the anal probe popped as it was removed. She quickly removed the cock rings, and pulled the sound from his urethra, which felt raw and burned. Lilly took Maggie's hand to help her down the steps. Lilly was obviously overwhelmed with emotions from the experience, and clearly pleased with the demonstration. 

Meanwhile, Angie wiped Eddie's brow and then wiped off the dripping from the tip of his penis. She held a treat up to his lips. He held out his tongue until she placed the treat in his mouth. When she said, "eat," he quickly chewed and swallowed it. She returned to her arm chair.

The next product demonstrator was Alyce Ann, a 35 year old, who was also a department manager at a nearby clothing store. She had selected a weight and chain set to demonstrate. Lilly had released Eddie from the cross, and was placed on his knees, facing the audience, with his knees spread. Alyse had dark short hair, was 5' 5"", and large breasted. She wore a suit with a knee length skirt. She first clipped a chain to hang from Eddie's nipples, and then secured a chain to the loop on the Good Boy ball strap, which was still in place. She then hung weights from the nipple chain and from the Good Boy. After she was content with the set up, she said, "on your feet, boy. And don't hesitate or I will have Angie zap your GoodBoy!"

Lilly held out a hand to steady Eddie. Alyse had placed 2 pounds on the nipple chain, and another 2 pounds on the ball strap. Eddie groaned as his nipples stretched down, but felt little but a mild strain in his already numb ball sac. Once he was standing, Alyse said, "Now lean over and get those weights moving, like you did with the water bottle!" 

Eddie focused and tried his best to comply, but the pain from his nipples was intense. Alyse turned to Angie, took the Good Boy remote, and pressed the level 3, which significantly increased the pain in his balls and abdomen. Each of his breaths were strained and accompanied by moans as tears formed and began flowing down his cheeks. He moved his trunk to sway the nipple weights and his hips to sway the lower weight. Finally satisfied, Alyse said, "down boy."

Eddie dropped down to his knees. Alyse kneeled down on her knees, and unclipped the weights, saying to the audience, "this is a bit primitive in comparison to Maggie's high tech toy, but there are no wires, batteries, or controls to worry about. What I liked about this kit are the nipple clamps, which grab a lot of the tissue around the nipple, and they are smooth, which means you can pull them off without breaking the skin. And while it would show, having him wear just the nipple chain can be a wonderful accessory for a night out on the town!" 

She then reached up, grasping the nipple chain about two inches from one nipple, and gave it a sharp tug, pulling it off the nipple. Eddie let out a strong yelp from the initial shock and then the burning pain nearly overwhelmed him. "As you know, the nipples get pretty numb when clamped, but when blood flows back into them, they started sending signals of discomfort, which may last several minutes. 

"Now the other one!" She pulled the chain again, this time pulling the clamp from the remaining nipple, resulting in an even louder yelp, as well as tears flowing as Eddie took in the growing nipple pain. She then reached down to the empty weight chain connected to the Good Boy, and jerked it, which activated the Good Boy, doubling Eddie over. All clapped as Alyse rose and left the stage. Angie kneeled down in front of Eddie, gave him a treat, saying "such a good boy," as held his head between her breasts.

Donna called out another number, saying "this will be our last product tonight, so make a good selection!" The number belonged to a younger woman, with long flowing light brown hair. She was clearly in her early twenties and worn a jean suit with a pink cotton blouse. She took a quick spin around her display, and soon was front and center with Donna. "So Zia, what do you have for us?"

"Well Donna, we've seen the high tech, and the basic. I thought that I would go with something very simple. I narrowed it down to two products. First, something for when a guy has some special alone time—the always available 'pussy in a can.'" The crowd was wild with hooting and clapping, as Zia continued, "and then, something to make sure than guy who has alone time is behaving, the Asylum cock cage with sound. I also brought a glass of ice water, just in case we need it!"

"Well, let's get started," Donna said, as Zia walked up the steps. Angie helped Eddie to his feet, as Zia walked up to his other side. "So Eddie," she said, "you've had to put up with so much tonight, I wanted something just for you." Holding up the flesh colored device that was about the size of a can of soda, and said, "this my gift for you for playing along with us tonight. 

"Seeing that little cock of yours, I am sure you must have few opportunities to be with a special someone, so this one is our special little boy size, just for you." The audience responded as expected, as picked up a tube and squirted a generous portion on her hand. As the camera zoomed on the tube, the audience clearly saw the "Dr. Numb" label. Zia then coated Eddie's penis with the lotion, as she said, "now Eddie, Donna has only given me a few minutes, and I do want to demonstrate both products, so when I say start, I want you to shove that cock into the can and work it like a champ. It just might be your only time to cum, and I know you've had a lot of cum building up being the center of attention tonight. So, line it up ... And when I say start, you will have 45 seconds to cum! Ready?" 

As Eddie began to move the device towards his cock, he was instantly aware of the Good Boy, which was still in the "protect" mode. He looked at Zia, looked at Angie, who was holding the Good Boy remote, and was paralyzed. "Oh, sorry, little one, I had forgotten about your special protector," said Zia. She turned to Angie, and asked Angie to turn the Good Boy off.

Zia then turned to the audience and said, "Ready?" All shouted out, as a 45 second count down appeared on the screens. She turned back to Eddie, looked him into the eyes, and said, "Start!"

Eddie hesitated for a second, moved the device to his cock, surprised not to feel a shock. "shove it in boy, just 40 seconds left," Zia said. Eddie shoved it over his abused cock, feeling warmth and comfort. With the crowd's encouragement, he quickened the pace, but he was not feeling any familiar sensations. He focused, using all of his remaining energy, pummeling his cock with the device as the crowd shouted "faster, faster ..." He wept as a buzzer sounded. 

"Oh Eddie, so sorry my time is running out. Maybe later. Eddie's hands dropped to his slid with the unsatisfied pussy in a can still in his grip. Zia directed Angie to reactivate the protect mode for the Good Boy, as she picked up the ice water, saying "we have to have the penis in a flaccid state for the last toy, so I brought this water along. I hope it will work. Angie also has a special red treat, which should help with reducing the erection." 

Angie moved her hand to Eddie's lips, saying "Eat." Eddie lapped up the treat from Angie's hand, as Zia reached over, holding the large glass in one hand and directing the turgid penis into the chilling water. She then asked Angie to hold the glass as she held up the Asylum, and explained to the audience, "There are many cages to choose from, and honestly, guys can easily get out of most of them. But this device has an additional feature, a built in hollow sound, which helps hold the device in place, and helpfully, contains the urine when it flows, reducing drips and messes. Another feature of the sound, as I understand it, is that the guy has absolutely no sensation of passing urine, as he would normally. So he gets a complete experience of having to pee sitting down, and having to listen for the tinkling to know when he is finished. A little shake and wipe and he's done. Of course, if he is wearing the GoodBoy, then the closest his hands can get is to the sides of his thighs."

Zia then picked up the ring portion, opened it, and then placed it around the shaft and ball sack, saying "as you can see, there is room for both GoodBoy and the Asylum ring, as the Asylum ring opens. If the device uses a closed ring, the GoodBoy would have to be removed, so that the nuts could be threaded through so that the ring is next to the body, and then the GoodBoy could be reconnected."

She then took more of the Dr. Numb lube and coated the sound tube, and as Angie removed the ice water, Zia slipped the sound into the urethra as the ringed cage contained the cock, connecting to the ring with the small lock. Zia continued, "now you have to be quick and minimize your handling of the cock, as it needs to be flaccid to fit into the device. This is fortunately a small size, which is 2 inches long, which is perfect for this wee willie. And it is important to use a good lock," she said as the lock clicked. "Now wee willie has double protection—the Asylum teamed with the GoodBoy will indeed make sure this Good Boy does fine!" As the applause quieted, Zia left the stage and Angie continued to hold eddie's hand to steady him. 

Donna called Zia over the microphone, saying, "Now Zia, what are we going to do with the key to our eddie's wee willie wanker protector?"

Zia responded, "I think I know just the right person, Miss Donna!" as she motioned a lady to come forward. "Miss Degrasse, I will entrust this key to you!"

After the key presentation, Donna continued, "Tonight I think we have clearly shown how the right tools in the right hands produces results that can enhance your life! Thanks to everyone who helped with tonight's program ... Miss Angie and Miss Lilly ... all of our product vendors and our demonstrators ... and, of course, to sweet Eddie, our new club mascot! Our vendors will be staying for a short while after the program, and I think they are offering quite a discount, so take time to check out all of the toys, including our new GoodBoy line of motivational supplies. I am also offering any of the apparatus on the stage at 75% off tonight if you will take it with you!" The lights came up, as several women returned to the vendor tables, with others returning to the bar for refreshment. 

-o-

Angie returned Eddie to the down position, patted his head, and said, "Hungry, little one?"

Eddie lifted his head, finding himself eye to eye with the short hem of her skirt. "Yes Miss Angie," replied. He paused, as he tried to focus and muster his nerve to ask about what he really wanted—an opportunity to relieve himself, as he was near the bladder spasm stage. "Miss Angie," he slowly stuttered.

"Yes Sweetie?" she replied, bending her knees to look him in the eyes.

"I ... I ... really need to pee," he plead, the strain in his voice matching the strain in his bladder.

"Oh Eddie, the little boys' room is down the hall, and I really can't dare take you out there dressed as you are," she said with a hint of compassion in her voice. "can't you hold it for just a while as I help Donna and Lilly pack up?"

"oh Miss Angie, please," he begged, the desperation clear in his voice.

"well, I suppose with you being in puppy mode," she said playfully, continuing in a firmer tone, "heel and follow me." As Angie rose, she walked slowly towards the center of the stage, stepping down into the recessed area. Eddie followed obediently on his hands and knees, trying not to focus on the increasing feelings of desperation. "Stay," she said, as she stepped back up to the stage level.

"Do your business," she said. Eddie was confused, only able to focus on not wetting himself, his body shaking.

Angie's tone turned firm, as she said, "Look, sweetie, I really need to help Lilly and Donna. You said you needed to potty, I took you to the one place you can potty in this room, and you just stand there like a little silly boy. Pee, now, or forget it until we are ready to leave." 

Eddie focused and tried to put his embarrassment out of his mind, trying first to relax, and then trying to imagine standing at a urinal. When that failed, he tried to flex his abdominal muscles to expel his urine, whimpering as the discomfort increased. 

"Pee," Angie said. Eddie was relieved as the urine began to flow, splashing on the floor and on his knees, and forming small streams seeking the floor drains. 

"Good boy," Angie said, as she reached up for the hose, and then sprayed eddie's legs and the floor to wash away the waste. "Heel," she said, as she walked back to the front center of the stage, having Eddie stop at the front edge of the stage. "Stay," she commanded, "and try to be a good boy. And remember, your Good Boy is in puppy mode." 

She walked down the steps and went over to the bar area to begin straightening up and packing, as the remaining attendees had gathered around the vendor tables. She pulled crates out from behind the bar, and capped the liquor and mixer bottles, placing them in the crates. She scraped the remains from several appetizer plates onto one plate, removing toothpicks, and then lightly stirred the salsa, dipping sauce, meat balls, and other assorted items together. Lilly walked up as she was finishing, saying "what yah doing, Angie?"

"Oh, just making a little snack for our puppy. He hasn't had a thing to eat all night!" she responded with a playful tone. "Would you mind taking this to him? I'm going to take the beverages out to the car."




A Step Away from the Ordinary Ch. 03



Eddie gets registered! This is the third installment of a story about a submissive male entering the reality of submission in a broadening web of his everyday life. Chapters 1 and 2 are essential to understand Eddie's adventure.

As the elevator doors opened to the parking garage, Eddie followed Miss Degrasse to her 2015 silver Lexus. As she clicked to unlock the doors, Eddie scrambled to open her door, and then quickly walked around to the passenger door as the car started up. Eddie felt uncomfortable with his bare legs against the cool leather, and he was becoming increasing anxious about the cock cage, which was clearly evident under the thin material of the running shorts. The trip to his apartment took just 20 minutes, as the traffic was light. 

As she pulled to the curb, Miss Degrasse said, "Eddie, you have given me a delightful evening and much to think about. I expect you to be at work early tomorrow and I expect everything to be humming in IT, understand?"

Eddie responded, "Yes Miss Degrasse." He paused ... then said timidly, "Miss Degrasse, I didn't get my apartment keys back ... and ... and I was wondering if you were going to turn off the GoodBoy and unlock me?"

"You seem to have a lot of issues with keys tonight, Eddie!" she giggled. "First, I don't have your apartment key ... I will check tomorrow with Donna and see if Donna or someone else might have found them." 

She paused, and then continued, "And second, I am going to take the collar off, as I just don't think it fits for the office, but the bands stay on your wrists, and the GoodBoy stays in place. I will decide tomorrow if I want to remove it or recharge it for you. I was thinking I might just use it as an alarm clock so you won't over sleep again, but to do that, you will need to click on the GoodBoy web site and activate this controller. Pretty simple, I understand ... the site link is etched into the wrist bands, and I think Donna told me the device name you need to link to is called 'DonnasBoy11' ... my controller will beep when we are connected and I think it will signal you so that you know I am registered."

Eddie nodded, trying to absorb all the details, as she continued, "And as for the cage, I think I will keep the key for the next few days, just to make sure you are concentrating on work. And oh, I think I saw your badge tucked in your billfold. So does that answer your questions?"

"Yes Ma'am," Eddie responded, as he opened the door and crossed the deserted sidewalk to the doors of his building. Miss Degrasse drove smoothly away as Eddie buzzed the door, and he nervously walked into the entrance of the building. There was a buzzer for the night manager on the second set of doors. Her voice crackled over the speaker, "yes?"

Eddie stammered as he explained, "this is Ed Ward, apartment 307. I misplaced my key. Can you let me my apartment?"

"Be there in sec," she said. He recognized the voice of the young college student who worked as a night manager and had a small basement apartment as part of her deal. In a few minutes, he noticed the elevator doors open, and she walked out, wearing a pair of running pants and a college tee. The door buzzed, and he stepped into the lobby. "Didn't recognize you, Eddie. New running outfit?" she said giggling. 

Eddie felt embarrassed and didn't answer, as he followed her back to the elevators, which, thankfully for Eddie, opened immediately. He followed her into the elevator, noticing the shape of her breasts through the tee she wore, clearly without a bra. He tried not to stare as she leaned against the side wall opposite him. The elevator doors shut, but the elevator's movement was very slow. 

"So Eddie," she said with a grin, "So are those tracking bands to track your running?" Eddie was confused for a moment, and then realized she was talking about the GoodBoy bands on his wrists. 

"Yes," he said blushing, "Something like that." By then, they had arrived at his floor, and he followed her out of the elevator and down the hall to his apartment. Pausing at the door to his apartment, she searched through her overflowing key ring to find the master. She opened the door and held it for Eddie to enter. As he passed, she said, "And say, Eddie, I like that extra hardware you're packing. You must have found a new girl!" 

Eddie stuttered, trying to figure out what she was talking about, and then noticed she was looking straight between his legs. His face flushed as he realized she had noticed his cock cage through the thin fabric of his running shorts. He managed an uncomfortable "Yes," not wanting to go into any more details. As he entered the apartment, he expected her to leave, but she stood at the door, like a bell hop waiting for a tip. 

"Something else, Sally?" he said softly.

"$25. It's $25 for me to open your apartment, or its $30 if you wait to pay it with your rent. And if you don't find your key, you'll have to get one at the office tomorrow, and that's $100."

Eddie dug his billfold out of the tight shorts pocket, and handed her a ten and a twenty. "I don't carry change, sweetie. Buzz me tomorrow night and I'll bring you the $5," she said.

"That's okay, Sally. Keep the change—enjoy a cup of coffee on me tomorrow," he responded, still with a nervous tone in his voice.

She took the bills from his hand, paused as she turned to walk out, and then said, "Eddie, you really don't seem yourself. Are you okay? Something you want to talk about?"

"No ... nothing Sally. Just misplaced my key. Appreciate you coming and letting me in," he responded.

"Sure, anytime Eddie. And I do think that running outfit is sweet! Not a lot of guys have enough confidence to wear pink. Very sweet," she said as she continued out of the door.

Eddie collapsed in his recliner, but then realized that he had not logged on to the computer site as Miss Degrasse had instructed. He got up, went to the desk, sitting back down in his swiveling desk chair, his one indulgence in furnishing the apartment. He pulled the keyboard from under the desk, moved the mouse to activate the computer, and started to move his fingers to the keyboard. 

But as soon as he did, the GoodBoy came to life, reminding him that his wrists could not be close to each other or close to the ring that still entrapped his balls. He quickly spread his wrists apart, thought for a few moments, then pushed his chair back, outstretched his right hand to the keyboard, and held the chair arm with his left hand. Using the mouse, he opened the browser, and then pecked in the site link that was embossed in the wrist band. The browser quickly displayed the GoodBoy home page, which provided general information on male training and obedience. 

He soon discovered the device registration tab, and clicked, and began following the steps. A drop down with network names popped up and he selected the building network. After a few seconds, a list appeared with one entry, "DonnasBoy11." He selected it and a series of messages appeared, "initializing connection," followed by a prompt to authenticate by either tapping wrists bands or moving to the puppy position. Worried that tapping wrist bands would bring the dreaded disabling shock that resulted when the bands were very close, Eddie pushed back the chair further from the desk dropped down to his hands and knees, his head leaned up to watch the screen. As he moved, the browser displayed, "synchronizing system. Do not close the window or move from the puppy position until the synchronization is completed."

After a few minutes, the "registration and synchronization complete" message appeared, followed by another message, "Thank you for registering your GoodBoy devices and we trust that you will quickly progress through your personal development program. There are three users registered to this device. You will be alerted by text message and by an activation alert each time a new user is registered. All access permissions are controlled through the owner of this device account. Feel free to text or phone our hot line should you need assistance."

Eddie started to stand back up, but as soon as he began straightening his back, the GoodBoy came back to life, returning him to his hands and knees. He waited a few minutes, and then started very slowly to lift his back, but the tingling began again. He looked up craning his neck and studied the stream of messages, making sure he had completed each step. Everything seemed in order. He then noticed the "24 hour assistance" button, reached up slowly with his hand, making sure his back stayed level. He was thankful when he reached the mouse without any further attention from the GoodBoy. 

After a moment, a dialogue box appeared and a stream of text flowed into the box, "All of our engineers are busy at the moment. The waiting period is estimated to be 15 minutes. Please be a Good Boy and read through our FAQs as you wait for our next available engineer." Eddie looked for the FAQ icon and clicked it. The area below the dialogue box filled with a list of questions and answers, but it was in very small type, which soon frustrated him. What he could read were the typical IT troubleshooting questions, such as "Is your router or switch on?" He soon gave up trying to read, as it strained both his neck and his eyes.

Eddie was feeling sore and very uncomfortable from the long night. He became increasingly aware of the aches and pains in his balls, and ached to touch them to soothe the pain. He had wanted to take a shower and go to bed, but now he was trapped by technology until someone came on the line to fix the problem. He stared at the screen as the displayed waiting time ticked down. When the timer got to five minutes, another message appeared, "Be sure to connect your head set if you prefer to use audio to help resolve this issue. Your support engineer should be with you soon." 

Eddie reached up and felt around the desktop until he located the headphones, and then struggled to put them on with one hand. As he finally got the headphone in place, he heard a beep, and then a pleasant female voice saying, "Good evening, this is Kia. Can you tell me your name and how I can assist you?"

Eddie responded, "My name is Eddie, and I just registered the device. The system said everything was completed, but when I tried to get up, I got shocks."

"Oh I see. That can be a problem," she said sweetly. "Let's see what we can do. As I understand it Eddie, you just registered your GoodBoy, and I see the device name is 'DonnasBoy11,' and you have both the wrist bands and the collar, is that correct?"

"Yes, Kia," Eddie replied, trying not to show his frustration.

"Eddie, I would really prefer to be called Miss Kia," she said firmly, "And please, keep a polite a pleasant tone, understand?"

"Yes Miss Kia," Eddie said, his frustration growing. He felt like ripping the device off, but he knew how strong the pulses would be from his experience earlier in the evening, and he recalled that the ring was designed to not unclasp without a proper signal from a controller. He took a breath as she continued.

"So, Eddie, did you read through the FAQs?" she said, sounding like a school teacher.

"I tried to, Miss Kia, but this device is locked in puppy mode and it's hard to read the screen on my hands and knees," Eddie explaining, trying to be polite.

"Ok Eddie, I understand. I do wish you had worked harder to read the FAQs. I am confident that your questions would have been resolved by now. But in any case, I understand you are uncomfortable. So, Eddie, I assume that you have checked that your router is working and verified the connection with the GoodBoy, right?" she said flatly, as if reading from a script.

"Yes Miss Kia, the router is working correctly. I am not sure how to verify the GoodBoy connection, but the screen did indicate that the registration process was successful," Eddie responded, though he knew that there was no way to check the building's WIFI router, and he knew it would just lead to more unnecessary questions if he mentioned it.

"I see Eddie, so we have not verified that GoodBoy is receiving commands over the router. That is very easy for me to check. I will initiate the system verification. Let me know when you feel three short signals, okay?" she said.

"Yes, Miss Kia," Eddie responded, bracing himself for the shocks.

He watched in the dialogue box as a series of messages displayed, "Clearing buffer; reloading configuration; downloading system updates; completing verification; system ID verified; system test ..." As "system test" appeared, Eddie felt the three distinct pulses. He was very grateful that they were quite mild, as he said, "Just felt three pulses, Miss Kia."

"Good boy, Eddie. You should be all set. Let me resend the mode change to make sure we are in protect mode only. Tell me when you feel two quick pulses," she said in a matter of fact tone.

As the device again responded Eddie said, "Yes, I just felt two pulses, Miss Kia."

"Good boy, Eddie," she said sweetly. "Now stand up for me so we can verify you good to go."

Slowly he stood up, grateful that there were no further shocks, saying, "All set, Miss Kia."

She replied, "Yes, I can see here that you are standing. I did note that we don't seem to have a connection to the collar. Have you removed it, Eddie?"

"My boss ... my mistress has it with her," he replied.

"Would that be Miss Donna," she asked.

Eddie was surprised at first hearing Miss Donna's name. "No Miss Kia, Miss Degrasse has the collar."

"Umm," Kia said, "We usually get a notice when that happens. I don't see a Miss Degrasse registered with your device, so I will be sending a text notice to Miss Donna summarizing this call and letting her know that the collar is not in place."

"Miss Degrasse is supposed to be registering this evening," Eddie said, trying to wrap up the call.

"Okay, I understand. And there should be four quick pulses when she completes registration to let you know that the fourth controller is registered. But know that the system will notify all of the controllers registered for your device anytime that there are changes in system configuration, so those notices will all go out automatically when I close out your ticket. Is there anything else I can help you with, Eddie?" she said.

"No Miss Kia. Thank you" Eddie replied.

"Thank you Eddie, and thank you for choosing GoodBoy as your male obedience trainer. We trust that you will quickly progress through your personal development program," she said, reciting her script, as the dialogue box disappeared from the screen.

Eddie slipped the headphones off and headed to the shower. As he was showering, he felt four quick pulses from the ring. Evidently Miss Degrasse was now a registered controller.

It had indeed been quite the extraordinary evening.

-o-

It was a restless night for Eddie—the aches from his balls were continuous and would sharpen anytime he moved. Just as finally fell asleep he felt a jolt, at first thinking it was a dream, and then realizing it was Miss Degrasse's wake up call. He blinked his eyes, noticing the time was just 5:30am. He thought of waiting for his normal alarm, but realized that if he hurried, he could make the 6:20 bus and be at work a little early. Considering yesterday, he decided to get up and build a little extra slack in his schedule. As we went to relieve himself, he remembered the cage, and turned and sat. He spread his legs and studied the devices that now controlled him. His scrotum had changed from the deep purple to a lighter shade and some of the swelling had subsided, but he still ached. 

Though he felt the pressure of his bladder, he struggled to start a stream, and each time he tried, the pain in his balls increased. He could not feel anything as the pee began to flow, but the sound of the tinkling gave him a clue that he had at last started a stream. Once the sounds stopped, he started to reach down to shake his penis, and then stopped himself, knowing what would happen if his hand was near his cock. He showered and shaved, being careful to at least keep the minimum distance between his hands. 

His cell phone message tone was sounding as he entered the bedroom. He didn't get many texts, so his curiosity was perked. He noticed two texts, both from unfamiliar numbers. He clicked on the top message, and quickly read it, "Wear a pink shirt today, Eddie. Please me. Miss D." Wednesday was the traditional "wear pink day" at FemTech, and today was Thursday. He checked his closet, and fortunately he had ironed both of his pink shirts Sunday evening, which was his traditional laundry time. He took the remaining pink button-down, along with a pair of light gray slacks, and laid the clothing on his unmade bed. 

He opened the drawer of his dresser, and took out the gray socks and pink panties that went with the Wednesday 'uniform.' He stepped into the panties, being careful to keep his hands at the sides of his hips as he pulled them up in place. He put the shirt on, again being careful with the distance between his hands, and then sat down to put on his socks. He struggled a bit to pull the socks up with one hand, but it was safer than trying to keep his hands apart. He stepped into his pants, and stood, pulling them up. Fortunately the pants had a sliding closure and not a button. Then he started to reach for the zipper, but soon realized his predicament—he could not get his fingers near the zipper pull. 

He thought for a moment, picked up the metal hanger, adjusted the loop at the top as best he could, and with some patience managed to snag the zipper pull, and used the hanger to pull it up. He then got his belt from the closet. He thought for a moment, then reached to pull his pants up as high as possible, and holding the belt about 10" from the end, managed to thread it through the first loop, and push it far enough to reach his other hand. With some focus, he managed to tread the belt around until it made it through all the loops, but, as he discovered, the front of his pants were not high enough to prevent a shock. 

After some thought, he decided to just go ahead and fasten it, as it might be high enough that the shock would be tolerable. He quickly moved his right hand to the center, grabbed the belt tip as the pulses started, and managed to thread it through the buckle. But he could not fasten it with one hand. He noticed the time, and realized that he only had a few more minutes if he was to catch the 6:20 bus. He grabbed his shoes, slipped his foot into them, and left the laces dangling. He grabbed a tie, looping it around his neck and took a dark blue jacket from the closet, dropping the phone and his billfold into his jacket pockets, and headed out the door. He jogged the last 50 feet to meet the bus, struggled to get a dollar out of his billfold using just one hand, and fed the dollar into the collection box, turning and moving to his customary seat.

He caught his breath as he settled into the seat, retrieving his cell phone, as he recalled that there was a second text he had not read. He fumbled with his one hand to open the text, and read it, "Welcome to GoodBoy, Eddie. Have a great day of learning! Kia, GoodBoy Engineer." 

He then re-opened Miss Degrasse's message, and after some thought, decided that he should answer it. He first tried to hold the phone and type with a finger on the same hand, but that didn't work. He then laid the phone on the seat beside him, and slowly pecked out, "Yes, Miss Degrasse. And thank you for the alarm this morning." He picked up the phone and dropped it back in his pocket, as the bus continued the route. 

Eddie noticed that not many people rode the early bus, and that the traffic was much lighter. He was soon at his stop, crossed the sidewalk, and walked up to the building door. He realized that the door was locked, as it was not unlocked until 7:45am. He retrieved his wallet, slipped out his badge, and used it to scan the badge reader, which resulted in a click of the door lock. He pulled on the handle, entered the vacant lobby, and walked to the elevators. He was soon riding alone up to his floor. As he walked into the suite, the lights automatically came on, signaling that he was the first one to arrive. He felt relieved to be alone. He needed time to unwind and prepare for what was ahead of him. He hoped Miss Degrasse would be in early as well, and that she would turn off the GoodBoy, as it would really be an impairment during the day, limiting him to typing with one hand. "Eddie, the one-armed IT tech," he thought, smiling. He turned on his computer and waited for it to start up.




A Step Away from the Ordinary Ch. 03



His thoughts were interrupted as Judith stuck her head into his cubicle, saying "I'm glad to see that you are in early today."

Eddie responded, "thank you, Miss Judith. I wanted to be prepared this morning."

"Oh, such a polite boy," Judith said, "'Miss Judith' ... think I like that." She paused, and then continued, "I had a note from Miss Degrasse this morning. She said that she would like to see you after the meeting this morning. Any idea what she wants?"

"No Ma'am," Eddie said. Maybe a question on the report from yesterday?"

"No, I don't think so," she replied. "I followed up with her at the end of the day yesterday and she was satisfied. Oh well, guess we will find out. Better let you get started on that report." She started to step out, then turned back, saying "oh, your shoes are untied Eddie."

Eddie's embarrassment grew as he thought for an explanation, then saying, "Oh, I seemed to have pulled something in my back. I'll just be careful."

"Nonsense, Eddie," Judith replied, saying "can you lift your leg," as she pulled the guest chair over. Eddie lifted his leg up, feeling an ache in his thighs, and then laid his foot on the chair. As Judith leaned down and tied his shoe, he couldn't help but glance down her blouse, and was rewarded by a view of her lacy white bra. As she tied the other shoe, he felt more embarrassed, as he was certain she was staring between his legs, and that she would be able to discern the outline of the cock cage. 

"There you go. Hope that back feels better," she said. "Let's get that tie too! Early mornings must throw you completely off your routine!"

Eddie felt embarrassed as he stood and Judith tied his tie. As she finished she said, "Now there you go! All set for work!" Eddie's embarrassment grew, as it brought back memories of his older sister inspecting and correcting his dress before he left for school each day.

"See you at the morning meeting. And hey, that shirt looks cute too. Glad to see you wearing it more than just Wednesdays" she said as she departed.

He sat back down and then struggled to bring up the morning report, just typing with one hand. Fortunately it was a clean "all green" report. He printed the report, and returned to his desk, noting that he still had 20 minutes before the meeting. He got up and headed to the repurposed utility/rest room, backed to the stool in the corner, reached to unzip, and then realized that he couldn't. Fortunately, the belt was not fastened, so he was able to pull the pants down his legs. He then sat and tried to relax. Knowing he could not shake his penis or wipe the tip off when he was done, he tried bouncing, which seemed to do the trick. He pulled up the panties and then pulled and wiggled his pants up. He then did his best to tuck in the shirt. As he washed his hands in the mop sink, rinsing one hand, and then the other, he hoped that Miss Degrasse would relent and turn the GoodBoy off. "She's had her fun," he thought to himself.

He did feel still a bit disheveled, and wasn't sure what to do about the unfastened belt and careless tucking of his shirt tail. Fortunately Judith had not tended to that, he thought. When he got back to his cubicle, he slipped on his jacket, buttoned it, and hoped all would be hidden. As the meeting time neared, he got up, taking his report in hand, and headed into the empty conference room, taking his place on the back row. 

As the women began arriving, he glanced carefully at each one, fearing that one of them might have been at Donna's workshop. He was relieved than none of them seemed to jog his memory of the previous evening. The meeting was remarkably short, with nothing out of kilter. As Miss Degrasse walked past him, she paused, turned to Eddie, and said in a low but firm voice, "Come," which Eddie took to mean "Follow me." As he stood and turned to follow, Judith stepped between him and Miss Degrasse, and once in the hall, the two women walked toward Miss Degrasse's office, with Eddie trailing behind. 

The small group passed by Miss Degrasse's assistant, opened the large wooden door, and entered the beautifully decorated office, the door closing behind Eddie as the two ladies took seats at the small conference table, with Eddie stopping and standing a few feet away. He was reluctant to sit down, unsure of his place. He felt ill at ease and nervous, particularly as he noticed the GoodBoy remote laying on the table. The women rehashed a few topics from the meeting, ignoring Eddie, as he shuffled and waited. His attention perked as the topic changed! 

"Well Judith, you certainly missed an interesting workshop last night," Miss Degrasse said to Judith, as Miss Degrasse toyed with the remote.

"Oh," Judith said with a curiosity in her voice, "tell me more!"

"You would never guess who our main presenter was ... never in a million years!" Miss Degrasse said, pausing, then picking up the remote, and continuing, "And they demonstrated this most amazing technology!" Eddie watched mesmerized as Miss Degrasse handed the remote to Judith. "I thought Eddie would be very interested, considering he is our technical expert!" Miss Degrasse made an air quote as she said "technology expert," as a grin came to her lips.

Judith carefully examined the remote, turning it over to see if there was a label or clue to what it did. She looked at the small labels under the buttons, trying to figure out what it did. Eddie watched nervously as her finger paused over each button as she slowly read the label aloud, "Protect, Release, Collar, Wrist, Record, On/Off Net, Command ... Now here is an interesting one, 'Puppy!' You have my curiosity. What does this do?" she said, with the interest clearly in her voice.

"What do you think, Eddie," Miss Degrasse said, with a devilish tone in her voice. The embarrassment flowed throughout as it was clear that Judith, his boss, would soon know all of details of the preceding evening. His upper lip trembled, his throat was dry, and words would not come to his lips.

"Awe, so shy Eddie. Let's give Judith a little demonstration of what you showed all of us last night, shall we?" Miss Degrasse said playfully.

Eddie felt even more vulnerable and exposed in the office setting with two familiar women than in the room the previous evening with over 25 strangers. His face was beet red and he looked down, avoiding Judith's smile.

"So Eddie was there last night!" Judith said with amazement in her voice. "I can't believe our Eddie was at the workshop! What on earth happened?" she said.

"Let us show you," Miss Degrasse said, taking the remote back, and then tapping the command button. Judith noticed the change in Eddie's stance, as he bent over slightly as the ache in his tender balls deepened, and he fought to keep his arms at his side. As the pulses stopped, Eddie returned to a fully upright position.

"Wow, what on earth?" Judith said, still puzzled.

"Sit," Miss Degrasse said. With no hesitation, having just re-experienced the GoodBoy's motivational pulse, he dropped to his knees, sitting up straight, his head straight forward, and more embarrassingly, his eyes now looking directly at Judith's midriff.

"Down," she said firmly. Eddie moved to all fours, his head down.

"Leash," she said playfully. Eddie raised his head, now looking directly at Judith's crossed knees.

"Oh my gosh," said Judith. "That's impressive. But what does the remote have to do with it?"

"Let me show you," she said, as she pressed the puppy button, and said "Sit" firmly.

Eddie hesitated, but did not dare attempt to not comply. As he started to raise his back, the pulses started, soon becoming almost unbearable as his head and shoulders lifted up.

"Down," Miss Degrasse said. "Good boy," she said to Eddie, leaning down and holding a treat in her hand. "Eat," she said, as Eddie's tongue appeared and took the treat back into his mouth. The wonderfully warm feeling returned, flowing though Eddie like a gentle current, relieving the aches in his balls, and soon flowing to his trapped penis, and stiffening it. He became more and more aware of his penis as it struggled unsuccessfully to push itself from the cage. 

As Miss Degrasse sat back up, she turned back to Judith. "It's really very simple, Judith. The remote triggers Eddie's little motivator, a clever little device much like that Dreamlover we saw last month. This one is called GoodBoy and it seems a little more advanced. It has a cute ring around his privates and it provides the motivation when he disobeys, or, when it is in puppy mode like it is now, when he tries to stand or he lifts his arms too high from the floor. It comes with the two wrist bands you may have noticed, which make sure his hands stay apart and stay away from the his privates, and it even has a collar which works much the same way."

"Wow," Judith said. "I noticed a refreshing politeness in Eddie this morning. I was wondering what was going on! I guess that is why you couldn't tie your shoes, Eddie!" she said with a grin. "And that explains your unbuckled belt and tie! Guess all that would be pretty hard to do with one hand!" she said, as they both giggled.

"Well, I thought you would enjoy hearing about the workshop, but we do need to get to work!" Miss Degrasse said.

They both stood, Miss Degrasse turned off the puppy mode, and said, "Stand." Eddie stood, his shirttail becoming more disheveled, and his embarrassment increasing as he felt his stiffened cock continuing to unsuccessfully struggle and fight for freedom from the cage. She then clicked the wrist button, and said, "Eddie, show Judith you little motivator." 

Timidly Eddie reached up to his pants, relieved that there was no shock. "Just drop them to the floor Eddie," Miss Degrasse said.

Eddie unhooked the clasp, unzipped, dropping the slacks to the floor, revealing the pink lacey panties. "Panties too," Miss Degrasse said. Eddie slipped his panties down to his knees and stood back up, praying no one else would enter the room. "And lift your shirt tail, and spread your stance." She paused, and then said mockingly, "I wouldn't think I would have to explain every detail to you, Eddie!"

Eddie felt totally exposed as Miss Degrasse pointed Judith's attention to the metal ring, the small ring for connecting a leash or other cords, and the Asylum cock cage. Judith was overflowing with interest. As the tour ended, she said, "Dress," and Eddie meekly reached down, pulled up the panties and slacks, tucked in his shirt, and fastened and zipped the pants. He then buckled his belt, relieved that he finally had his clothing in order. She said, "Now Eddie, I am going to put this in protect mode only. You will be able to type, as long as the motivator is at least 6 inches or so away from your wrists and your wrists are separated. I read last night that in protect, your wrists can be a little closer to each other, but I think you will find the pulses are quite strong if you try to remove the wrist bands. I think you'll figure it out." 

She then handed the remote to Judith, saying "Enjoy the day. I can use my phone to do everything that the remote does, so I'll just let you keep it for a couple of days." Reaching into her jacket pocket, Miss Degrasse retrieved several of the GoodBoy treats, and said, "and, Judith, be sure to reward him when he is a good boy—but no more that 4 an hour."

Judith took the treats, studied them for a moment and then dropped them in her pocket. She then turned to leave the office, with Eddie following in her steps. As they door closed behind them, she turned as said playfully, "I think this should be a fun day, don't you Eddie?"

"Yes Miss Judith," he replied, feeling very anxious, as he felt the circle of his fantasy turned reality uncomfortably widen.

-o-

Eddie followed Judith as far as her office, and then continued on to his cubicle. He settled down in his chair, and started to work on his daily routine. But as he scooted his chair up to the desk, and his hands moved towards the keyboard, the now familiar pulsing began. He paused, moving his chair back until just his knees were under the desk, and cautiously leaned to the keyboard, being careful to keep his wrists spread. He felt awkward and he looked awkward, like an arthritic old man crouched over the keyboard.

After a few tries, he finally found a position that worked, and he opened his email and began dealing with the issues—printers low on ink, users needing help to reset passwords, reviewing the security logs. In all, it was an uneventful morning. Nearing lunch, his cell phone signaled receiving a text, and he checked it out—it was from Judith, asking if he was interested in joining her for lunch. Lunch with Judith was usually all about work, and most often, her opportunity to go over his monthly performance ratings. While the performance process called the mandatory review meeting a dialogue, with Judith, it was always a one way conversation. He tapped out an okay, asking about time. She responded that she would buzz him when she was ready.

He returned to his work. Later he felt a strong pulse from the GoodBoy, which reinforced his awareness of the returning pain. He was confused, finally concluding that he had carelessly let his wrists get too close. But after another minute, he felt another strong pulse. Then his cell phone pinged that a text had arrived. Checking the text, he saw it was from Judith. It was all caps, "AREN'T YOU COMING!!! I TOLD YOU I WOULD BUZZ YOU!"

Eddie stood up, grabbed his jacket, and quickly headed to Judith's office, just as she walked out of her office door. He followed her quick steps out of the office suite and to the elevators. As they waited, she said firmly, "Learn to pay attention, Eddie. Miss Degrasse told me you had been well trained last night, but it does seem we need to work on a few things." 

Just then the doors opened, as she turned her head back saying, "Come." A couple of others had arrived to wait for the elevator. He wasn't sure how much had been overheard, as he moved to the back of the elevator, with a few of the women crowding between Eddie and Judith, who remained near the elevator door. He avoided eye contact on the way down to the lobby. 

As the doors opened to the lobby, Judith resumed her fast pace, her heels clicking on the hard lobby floor, as Eddie struggled to politely move through past the other passengers, and then speeding to catch up with Judith. She walked past the café that they usually would go do, and then entered a nicer restaurant a few doors down. She introduced herself to the maître d, and apologized for being a little late. They were soon shown to their table.

Judith quietly looked over the menu. When the waiter arrived to offer beverages, she said, "We are unfortunately a little late. I will take a glass of white wine, and my friend will have water with lemon. We will both have the chef's salad, bleu cheese on mine, his plain, no dressing." The waiter politely took the order, leaving them in silence.

After a few minutes, Judith said, "Thought that since your review date was so close, we could get that out of the way. In summary, you need to be much more attentive to responding to my needs, the needs of the staff, and, of course, and the needs of our CEO. I can't be embarrassed like I was yesterday with those fucking backups! That can't happen again. 

"Also, I was talking with Cynthia in procurement this morning, and she was frustrated that her printer seemed to always be running out of toner or paper. Cynthia is a very important part of this company, and I can't have her displeased. And if this is something I just found out casually, I can't help but think that others have the same experience. Understand?"

Eddie was caught off guard with the barrage of negative comments. There were usually a couple of issues for improvement, but the tone and harshness in Judith's voice was clearly different. He meekly responded, "Yes, Miss Judith."

"And you will have a corrective action plan on my desk by the end of the day, right?" she said.

The corrective action plans were always a pain. They had to be worded to give her confidence that all of the issues were understood and being addressed with "measureable steps," as she would say. But should he error on putting too much in the plan, it would become a true thorn in his side by increasing his efforts to write the weekly recaps that detailed which steps were completed for each issue area. Fighting to hold back how upset he felt, he choose to simply reply, "Yes, Miss Judith."

"Good," she said, pausing to think, and then saying, "or perhaps I should say 'Good boy.' But then, you really haven't been a good boy, have you, little one?"

He was confused, wondering where the conversation was going, as the waiter served the salads. He paused to wait for the waiter to leave, but Judith prodded him again, "Right?"

"Yes Miss Judith," he said, feeling like he was a ten year old being reprimanded by his mother.

Judith turned her attention to her salad. She was a quick eater, and she had made very clear in the past that she did not enjoy being interrupted. Eddie began eating the undressed salad, finding it rather tasteless, but knowing that Judith would be ready to leave as soon as she finished eating. When the waiter stopped to ask if there would be anything else, Judith said, "I think I will have a coffee with cream. Water will be fine with him."

Eddie was surprised that she was having coffee, again not a usual habit for the review lunches. And he did not mind not having any, as he had began feeling an urge to pee, and felt too embarrassed to ask to be excused. As the waiter returned with the coffee, and Judith asked for the check, Eddie decided to seize the opportunity and ask to be excused, saying, "Miss Judith, may I excuse myself for just a moment?" Eddie felt the warmth grow in his face, and waited to push back his chair.

After turning back to her salad, she said, "If you must. But be quick. I would think you would have taken care of that before I was ready for lunch. Just another example of not fully focusing on others, I would say."

"Yes Miss Judith," Eddie said, "I apologize. Won't happen again."

As she responded, "It best not," Eddie pushed back his chair and headed to find the restroom. He ended up having to ask a waitress for directions, trying not to show the desperation in his voice. She smiled, and pointed the way, and he thanked her and headed directly to the men's room door. He was quick about it, becoming more comfortable in handing his clothing with the activated wrist bands. He was soon back at the table. 

As he sat down at the table, he noticed that the folio holding the bill was next to his partly finished salad, and more troubling, he noticed that Judith was holding the remote. He dug out his billfold, discovering that he still had to work it with just one hand, slipped out his credit card, and then placed the card on the folio, surprised that he had been expected to pick up the total tab. Judith smiled, and then said, "So Eddie, Miss Degrasse told me some interesting details from last night. I was curious what you thought of our little women's group?"

Eddie paused, unsure what to say, and then proceeded cautiously, "It was interesting. I met some interesting women."

"Umm," Judith said smiling, "and what did you think about Donna's training techniques?"

Eddie paused again, unsure of how much Judith knew, but not wanting to reveal more. "Miss Donna was an effective teacher. She was always clear and made sure I understood what she was explaining."

"So I understand, Eddie," Judith said, still fingering the remote's buttons. "So, if I said one of the commands, right here at this table, you would immediately know what was expected?"

Eddie looked up, trying to plead with his eyes, but knowing all he could say was "Yes Miss Judith."




A Step Away from the Ordinary Ch. 03



She took a sip of her coffee, and said, "Stand." Without pausing, Eddie stood, moving his arms to the back of his waist.

"Oh my, such a good boy." Judith said with glee, continuing "and if I said any of the other commands you learned, you would not hesitate ... not even a little?" A glint shown from Judith's eyes and an evil grin spread on her lips as she looked up to him.

"Yes Miss Judith," Eddie said, fearing his fate in her hands.

"Well, I think I'm finished. Let's go." She said, as she stood and began walking out of the restaurant, saying, "Follow" as she walked past Eddie. Eddie dutifully followed her back to the office. Once in the lobby, they walked to the back of another group waiting for the elevator. The doors opened, and all filed in taking their places in the typical waltz of moving to the back or standing near the doors depending on perceived status. As the elevator doors closed, Eddie felt a little twinge from the Good Boy, and looking up, caught Judith's grin. Finally they arrived at their floor. Judith paused in the hallway saying, "Come to my office when I buzz, Eddie." She then excused herself, heading to the ladies as he entered the suite and headed back to his cubicle. 

Eddie spent several minutes at his desk trying to process what had happened over the day, then turned to his screen and returned to his task list. What a day, he thought to himself.

The afternoon passed quickly by, as Eddie first outlined his corrective action plan, and then took a break to close out a couple of email tasks and to check on Cynthia's printer. Cynthia was always curt and dismissive with him and he tried to avoid her, which most likely resulted in her perception of poor service. He refilled the printer paper supply, and decided to just change out the toner daily, as he could just use the partially depleted toner cartridges on his own printer. He returned to his desk and checked on a few other tasks, before refocusing on the corrective action plan, adding details and completing the dreaded list of action steps. As he was finishing the plan, he felt the GoodBoy come to life, reacquainting him with the ache in his balls. "Just in time," he thought, as he pressed print, grabbed his jacket, and picked up the plan from the printer as he headed to Judith's office. 

As he walked up to her assistant, she motioned him into the office, smiling a bit more than usual. Judith was reading something on her computer, so Eddie just stood at the front of her desk and patiently waited. He noticed the GoodBoy remote laying on her desk. After a few minutes, she looked up, saying, "Oh, there you are. I was just finishing registering!" She was smiling as if she had just done something remarkable. 

A few seconds later he felt five quick pulses, as he concluded what had just happened. Now Judith was a registered user for DonnasBoy11! "Now as soon as I download the app, I won't need to keep up with this remote!" she said, proudly.

Eddie was speechless. The web was widening and his anticipated end of Miss Degrasse's playtime amusement was looking less hopeful. "So, Eddie, is that my plan in your hand?" Judith said.

"Yes, Miss Judith," he said, as he handed the pages to her, "I think you will find it complete."

"I hope so," she responded, as she picked up her purple editing pen, and began to read it. She would read a few sentences, then stop, make corrections, read back through the sentences, and then continue. By the time she finished, there was hardly a line without some purple mark. Eddie expected this, as it was her habit. Nothing was ever perfect. And he was certain that if he fixed every edit, and returned it to her, she would have more edits!

Judith said firmly, "Now get this fixed and email it back to me before you leave tonight. Drop off a printed copy too, and post the action list at the entrance to your cube—you know I want you to mark off each action as you finish it."

"Yes Miss Judith," Eddie responded, starting to turn to leave.

"And drop a printed copy to my admin as well." She paused, and then continued as she picked up the remote, "Drop this off with Gabby as well. I won't need it now that I'm getting the app." Gabby was the newly hired college intern that served as Judith's admin. Gabby looked much younger that her age of 21.

Eddie reached out, took the remote, and left Judith's office. He paused at Gabby's desk. Miss Judith asked me to drop this by," Eddie said, the embarrassment burning in his cheeks. 

"Know all about it, Eddie," she said in a saucy tone. "Buzz you if I need you," she said giggling as he walked away. 

About half way down the hall he felt a long painful buzz. He turned, looking back at Gabby, as she motioned him back towards her with a curled finger. He walked back up to her desk, looking down. She said, "Eddie it isn't polite to just walk off like that. At least you could have acknowledged that I had said something to you."

Eddie replied, "I'm sorry, Gabby. I didn't mean to be rude. I am just in a rush to get this corrective action plan updated and make my bus. I am sorry."

She replied, "Okay, I accept it. But ... Eddie ... if you are calling all the other women here Miss, it wouldn't be too much to ask to show me a little respect too and call me Miss Gabby, would it?"

He watched carefully as she was talking and holding the remote in her hand, her fingertips hovering around the buttons. He replied, "No, Miss Gabby. I wasn't being thoughtful." He started to leave, but then paused.

After a moment, she looked back up and said, "Okay then, you be a good boy and get that report done for Judith. Buzz you if I need you!"

"Yes Miss Gabby," he said, trying to keep any frustration out of his voice.

Eddie sped back to his cubicle, made the corrections, printed and reviewed the revised copy, and then sent the email to Judith. He printed two additional copies, thumb-tacking the action list pages to his cubicle wall, grabbing his jacket, and headed back to Gabby's desk. Gabby had already departed, so he stapled the copies, put a post-it on one saying "Miss Gabby" and on the other saying "Miss Judith." He looked down at his watch. If he rushed, he would make the bus. As he turned to leave Gabby's desk, he heard Judith say, "hey Eddie, glad a caught you, got a minute?"

Eddie took a deep breath, knowing that the time was slipping away. He stuck his head in the door, hoping to avoid a long conversation, saying "Yes Miss Judith."

She smiled, holding up her cell phone, and said, "Just got the app downloaded and set up. I wanted to test it, it that's okay?"

Knowing he had no choice, he stepped on in the office. Judith pushed a button on her phone, and Eddie felt the pulse, saying, "Looks like it works!" hoping to end the experiment. 

Judith said, "Now remind me what puppy mode does?"

Eddie said, "It makes sure that I stay down on all fours."

"Oh I see," she said. "Leash." Eddie dropped down to all fours, painfully aware that Judith's door was open, and that anyone might walk by. Judith continued, "Now, be a good boy," Judith said, as she pressed the puppy mode. 

Eddie felt a sight buzz in the wrist bands, evidently signaling that it was working. "Now, sit!" she said. The pulses came to life, growing stronger as he straightened his back. 

"It does work ... oh my gosh. This is something!" She then pressed again to relieve the pulsing. She reached over with a treat in her hand, saying "Eat."

Eddie gratefully took the treat with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste and knowing that the aches in his balls would soon be eased.

"I really think this will be fun," Judith said, "In fact Eddie, I would like you to come over Saturday morning so I can learn a bit more about how this works. Okay?"

"Yes Miss Judith," Eddie replied.

"Ok," she said, "I am going to set this to protect, like you had it today. That will give you some mobility, but will keep your training going. Better run, you'll miss your bus!"

"Thank you, Miss Judith," Eddie said as he stood, and rushed from the door, almost knocking one of the programmers off her feet. He apologized, and then headed to the stairway, taking the steps quickly, and then dashing through the lobby and to the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. As he settled in his seat, he began to really worry about what he had gotten himself into.

-o-

As Eddie got off the bus at his stop he realized that he had not remembered that he had to get to the apartment office before 5. Now it would be another day before he could get that resolved! At least the day lobby attendant would be on duty until 7:30, he thought, as he entered the lobby. He certainly did not want to have to deal with Sally. 

He walked up to the lobby desk, and waited for Hank, the elderly lobby attendant that usually covered the desk in the afternoons and early evening, to look up from his computer monitor, which sat in front of him, along with a small array of security camera monitors. When Hank looked up, he said, "Well, Ed, haven't seen you around much lately. How is it going?"

Hank was always pleasant and he had a talent for remembering all of the tenants' names. Eddie said, "I've misplaced by key ... I realized that it was gone last night, and Sally let me in. I hoped that I would find it in my office, but no luck!"

"I noticed in the security log you needed some help last night," Hank said chuckling. "I would have thought that Sally would have gone over the procedure. You report it to the office, they arrange for a locksmith to change the lock, and if you are real sweet to them, they'll have it out here with me when you return. It's $100, I think. Or $125 if you wait until the rent is paid." 

"Can I just leave you a check, Hank?" Eddie said.

"Wish I could, Eddie. Office doesn't allow me handle money," he said complainingly, "Only worked here 10 years. Guess they don't know if they can trust me!"

"Well, I will deal with it in morning," Eddie said, not wanting to get involved in the office politics. "Can you come and open my door for me?"

Hank continued, still in the complaining mode, "Boy I'm striking out on all the pitches tonight, Eddie. No can do. You see, during the day, the maintenance guy is around and he can do that. Only keys they trust me with are the ones for the mop closets! You will have to call Sally—she's usually back around this time. Buzzer is right above the elevator buttons."

Eddie walked away frustrated, tired, and growing hungry. The lunch salad was not satisfying, more like a small side salad than a meal, though it was priced like a main course. He found the squawk box, and pressed the buzzer. After a couple of minutes, he tried again, and when there was no answer back he decided to just return to the main lobby and wait. He watched the door, thinking she might get back sooner if he just stared hard enough at the door! But after about 20 minutes he nodded off. A little later he woke, checked his watch and realized an hour had passed. The lobby was now vacant and he felt a bit of a chill. He headed back over to the elevator, and pressed the squawk box button. He waited about 5 minutes, and started back to the lounge chair, when he heard Sally's voice on the speaker. He dashed back, and started to explain his situation, then realized that she had already turned the speaker off. He buzzed again, and soon heard her say, "Yes?"

"This is Eddie. I didn't make it back in time to get my key made today. Could you let me in?" He worked to keep his annoyance in check, hoping to minimize the pain of talking with Sally again.

"Sure, Sweetie. Be right up," she said. He stood watching the elevator lights. One was at the lobby level and another was stopped on the 5th floor. Soon, he saw that the 5th floor elevator had started descending, and then waited at the basement. After another couple of minutes, he heard a ding as its doors opened and Sally stood with her arm holding the door.

As Eddie entered, she said, "Not dressed for the lobby. I was just getting out of the shower when you buzzed." 

"Thank you for coming so quickly," he said, as the door closed behind him. He noticed her wet hair, and the rather short dressing gown she had on. 

"So making this a habit, are we?" Sally said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Another tough day at the office. Didn't get here until just after 7," he said, working to avert his gaze. As the door opened, he held it for Sally, and then followed her down the hall, admiring her hips. As she turned to unlock and open his door, he couldn't help but notice her profile and the jut of her obviously unconstrained nipples through the gown. She followed him into his apartment, and, acting like an invited guest, sat down in the recliner. 

"So, Eddie, are you going to tell me more about what's going on with you? I know something is—you are acting weird and obviously in a pink about fashion lately!" she said, with an interest in her voice. 

Eddie paused, started to sit down in the only other chair, an old loner left over from his Mom's kitchen table set. Then said, "Sally, if you'd excuse me for second."

"Sure, Eddie," she said, as disappeared into the hall bath. "Changing into something more comfortable, Eddie?" she called out, with a tease in her voice. A few minutes later he returned, having relieved himself and slipped off his jacket.

"Let it out, Eddie. I won't tell anyone!" Sally said sweetly.

Eddie paused, and then surprisingly felt six quick pulses in his GoodBoy. He avoided Sally's perplexed look as he looked down, then surmised that she must think he was staring at her legs—it was certainly a thought that had come to his mind! He looked back up, saying "it's been a rough coupled of days, Sally. A lot going on at the office."

"Hmm," Sally said, "tell me about it, Eddie."

"Well," Eddie said in a quiet voice, "yesterday morning started off bad and just got worse. I missed my bus stop at the office, had to run 4 blocks to get back to my building, ran up 3 flights of steps to our suite, and was late for the morning meeting." As he continued with the explanation, he became more animated as Sally seemed really interested. Much like the previous evening, he went through all of the humiliations in the meeting and afterwards with Judith and closed mentioning how he had missed his bus and ended up at a tavern for dinner.

"So, you got to tell me, how did you end up in a woman's jogging apparel?" Sally said. "You clearly didn't get home from work until I let you in after midnight!"

Eddie struggled with how much to tell Sally. He was both excited and embarrassed about the ordeal, but it was certainly not the typical story a neighbor had interest in. He glanced as Sally tucked one leg under her. While he wasn't certain, his quick glance left him with the impression she wasn't wearing much else under the gown. He didn't want her to leave, but began feeling that she would soon be out the door if he didn't keep the conversation going.

"Unh ... why ... why don't we order some take out, if you haven't eaten," Eddie said with a nervous stutter.

"Sure, Eddie," Sally said, "Know just the place." She dug her phone out the pocket in the dressing gown, dialed a number, and placed the order. "They'll be here in 15 minutes. They're just around the corner. That will give me time to run down to the apartment and put on some panties, and give you a moment to slip into yours," she said with a giggle as she stood up and headed out the door.

Eddie sat and thought for a few minutes about the conversation. Other than some brief conversations down in the laundry, he had barely shared more that the customary greetings with Sally. He supposed that she must have noticed panties in his laundry, which he hadn't given a thought to at the time.

After a few minutes, he got up, and headed back to the bedroom. He slipped off his tie, took off and hung up his pants, and slipped on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He stepped into the bath room, looked in the mirror, and then stepped back to look at the pants. The Asylum's form was too obvious, so he went back to the bedroom, slipped out of the jeans and put on an old pair of comfortable sweat pants and a matching sweat shirt. He heard the door, and when he opened it, he saw the take out delivery guy. Eddie went back to the bedroom to grab his billfold, and then paid and tipped the delivery guy. As the delivery guy was walking away, Sally reappeared in the hallway, wearing a long football jersey and a pair of gray yoga pants. She smiled as she stepped by the delivery guy, saying, "I hope he tipped you well!"

"Yes Miss Sally. Thank you," he responded with a familiarity.

"He's a regular at my door," she said as she entered the apartment, taking the sacks from Eddie, and leading him to his own kitchen. She opened various cabinet doors, locating a couple of plates, and then retrieving some silverware from the drainer on the counter. "Pretty bare cabinets, buddy," she said, as she sat the old kitchen table, and took the various containers of Chinese food from the sacks. "Hope you like Chinese," she said.

Eddie returned to the living area, retrieved the kitchen table chair, and held it for Sally. "Thank you," she said with a lift in her voice. Worked all afternoon on this meal!" she said playfully.

Eddie retrieved his office chair from the computer desk in the living room, and sat down. He was becoming quite accomplished with keeping his wrists separated. It turned out that Sally was a quick eater, just like Judith, and, just like Judith, she began talking as soon as she was finished. "So Eddie, tell me about it. How did you end up in a pink jogging suit last night?" There was both a smile and a look of genuine interest on Sally's face.

Eddie's mind had been racing ever sense Sally had left. First, there was the issue of the sixth signal pulse. "Who in the world was that," he thought. His first thought was Gabby. But then he thought that Miss Donna, or Angie, or even Lilly could have shared the registration information. He was very uncomfortable not knowing who had control of the GoodBoy, particularly when he thought about how much it could incapacitate him. And he was wondering about how it was going to get recharged? He didn't want to experience the increasingly severe pulses that Donna had described that would occur when the battery was weak. And did Donna or Miss Degrasse have any idea that each of these registrations would cause more battery use? And he thought about how the device knew not to deliver jolts when he was out of range of the remote or a registered router, unless that feature had been turned off. Then he began to wonder why the device had not pulsed when he had left the apartment and rode the bus and went to the restaurant. His frustration grew, until the delivery guy had arrived.

Sally's question brought him back to the present. He had decided to volunteer a few details, gauge Sally's interest, and proceed cautiously. "Well, it began at the tavern ... or really, I should start at the beginning, on the bus ride to work." Eddie then went through the experience of following Miss Donna from the bus and then running into her at the tavern, including how she had eaten his dinner, and how he was feeling dizzy when he paid the tab, and followed her to the ladies room.

"Oh my," Sally said. Did she drag you into the ladies room and take your clothes?" she said with a tone that was both giggly and concerned.

"No," Eddie said. He explained how he had waited in the hallway and how he followed her to the building down the alley and was left in dark room. Sally listened intently as he described how at ease he felt when she had him undress and sit on the edge of the stage.

"I just can't imagine it, Eddie," she exclaimed. "Just sitting there bare-assed naked alone with a stranger in a poorly lit room. I would be terrified!"