A Delicate Balance Parts 1 - 4

Part 1: A Subtle Beginning.

I am concerned that you are finding it difficult to discharge your obligations!’
Can ndace Bergman looked up from the document in her delicate hands to examine the young man standing before her.
He was dressed in navy blue ill fitting suit and cheap shoes. It was the best outfit in his wardrobe and he hoped that Ms Bergman did not notice the gravy stain on the tie. In any case, he kept the jacket buttoned to disguise the small but noticeable green-grey blemish.

She studied him carefully. A young man, fit and in his prime with testosterone bubbling through his veins and yet he was nervous and anxious in her company.

For a fleeting moment, the imagined vision of a stiff, circumcised cock flashed before her eyes – straining, purplish with distended veins as it fought to ejaculate, hungered for relief.

Delicious, but don’t become side-tracked!

She shifted a little in her chair and squeezed her thighs together.

Ms Bergman watched the young man twitch and she smiled softly at the silvery sheen of perspiration on the young man’s upper lip and the darting nervous eyes.

Hiding her smile, she dropped her eyes back to the contract, allowing a full minute of silence to exert more pressure on the young man, before swivelling the document around and pointing at it with an immaculate burnished red fingernail.

‘This is your signature, is it not?’

‘Ah, yes, it is. Ms Bergman, I know I have missed a payment,’ he rushed, ‘but I will repay…’

‘No, William,’ she said calmly, ‘you have not just missed a payment, you have defaulted! A man signs a document and gives his word to fulfil the obligations. That is what a man does! Are you a man, William?’

William fought the crushing wave of anxiety that almost overwhelmed him and struggled for an answer. However, it appeared the woman who held so much power of him did not even require an answer.

Ms Bergman stood up and walked to the large window behind her desk. This window did not offer an expensive view of upper class real estate, prized by other people of wealth. No, this window looked down on the busy floor of the large department store owned by Candace Bergman!

Bergmans catered for the rich and offered only items from the most exclusive labels! You could purchase anything from Bergmans – if you had the money!

There were only three Bergman stores – London, New York and Berlin. All exclusive and all very, very expensive!

William Jones nervously waited. He could only wait; there was nothing else for him to do.

There was no doubt he felt small and inadequate in such a salubrious office. The desk was large and quite old. It was said a Pope had once owned the cherry panelled desk with its ornate drawers and shelves. Some of the employees of Bergmans whispered that Ms Bergman had more power and wealth than any Pope, past or present!

As usual, Ms Candace Bergman was the epitome of elegance. She wore a pencil line skirt that touched the bottom of each nylon sheathed knees. That skirt and matching jacket was designed specially for Candace by the Italian designer Moralldo. No other woman in the world could wear it until Candace Bergman had tired of it. The Moralldo new season line was then released to the public, only through Bergmans, of course, and society dames rushed to order it so, in their mind’s eye, they could look as beautiful and elegant as Candace Bergman. The skirt alone would cost a mere thirty five thousand dollars as only one outfit was made in each size.

Candace’s eyes narrowed as she studied the performance of the shop assistants on the sparkling floor beneath her. They all knew she was above them and that she was prone to study them at any time.

The shop assistants were all blonde and female. Every new assistant progressed through stringent testing before being allowed to serve on the floor. The first time they were permitted to walk onto the gleaming marble floors, they were told, ‘Ms Bergman’s office is directly above us and she often looks down. Whatever you do, never, ever look up! Never!’

William fought the urge to loosen his shirt collar as he waited for Ms Bergman to turn.

Finally, she did and pressed a button on her desk.

The disembodied voice of her personal assistant immediately sounded from the intercom.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman.’

‘Do we have a new girl in the perfumery, Elaine?’

There was a small pause and then, ‘yes, Ms Bergman. Is there a problem?’

‘She’s spraying all customers with the new Dior! Please have her be more selective.’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman. I’ll handle it immediately!’

Candace looked up at William and smiled thinly.

She was, William thought, a beautiful woman even though she was old.

As William was only twenty four years of age, he thought that thirty eight was old!

Candace Bergman had the three elements of an extremely potent and lethal concoction – beauty, wealth and intelligence. What’s more, she also had a complete lack of morals. Morality was for the poor!

‘Do you understand what I am saying, William?’

‘Ah, no, not really, Ms Berg…’

‘You have broken the contract, the contract you willingly entered into.’

‘I know, Ms Bergman,’ he said miserably, ‘but work is difficult to find…’

‘I’m sure you have an excuse for everything you do in your sad life, William, but I really do not wish to hear all the boring details.’

She sat down behind the desk and frowned as she read the contract.

‘You damaged my garden wall, did you not?’

William had “borrowed” his step-father’s car and after a few drinks had lost control on the wet streets. He had been visiting Robyn, a girl he had met at a club, (apparently, she came from a very wealthy family).

William had clumsily kissed her and then she had smilingly pushed him away with the lingering promise of more to come. Driving home in his step-father’s car, cock hard in his faded blue jeans and distracted by the scent of Robyn’s perfume and the touch of her lips, the car had skidded on the slippery, winding road.

‘You rammed the wall, did you not?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ he said miserably.

‘The quotes I compiled for the repairs indicated a sum of five hundred dollars. You agreed to pay me that sum and I agreed I would not report you to the police. Is that not correct?’

‘Ah, yes Ms Bergman.’

Why did she have to go over the details again? William knew he was in a tight spot and her aristocratic, plumy British accent accentuated her cold power.

‘You have made just two payments and defaulted on the third.’

‘I’m sorry, Ms Bergman but I don’t have a job…’

‘Spare me details, William. I have your signed confession, I should call the police immediately. By the way, does your step-father know it was you who stole his car?’

William shook his head.

‘I see. Then much will be revealed once the police are aware of your circumstances.’

‘Please, Ms Bergman, please don’t…’

‘I don’t see any other way out, William…’

‘I will do anything…’

That was exactly what Candace wanted to hear but she kept the happy smile of victory from her beautiful face.

‘You may go, William,’ Ms Bergman said calmly, ‘and I will consider my options. I must warn you that, at this stage, I believe informing to authorities to be the only option. Return at 5:00PM for my decision.’

Despondently, William turned and walked over the lush carpet to the door.

‘And William…’

He turned, hopeful she had changed her mind.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Take the time to clean your tie. I find stains on any apparel to be quite disgusting. That will be all, you may go.’

Part 2: Fulfilment of Obligation.

Deeply depressed, William rode the elevator down and then stepped into the hustle and bustle of the main floor of Bergmans. Marble floors, glittering modern display cabinets and beautifully groomed shop assistants smiled solicitously at their wealthy customers under the tasteful lighting. Immediately, William felt uncomfortable and completely out of his depth.

The cool, aloof shop assistants studied him as he nervously walked through the glittering, artistically designed display counters, hurrying towards the imposing gold engraved entrance and escape.

Jewellery, perfume, hosiery, shoes, handbags, furs, clothing and, closer to the main entrance, intimate apparel.

One of the shop assistants winked at her companion and stepped forward, her large breasts enticingly shrouded in the tight ribbed wool of her designer black uniform.

‘Can I help you, sir?’

Red faced, Williams glanced at the array of delicate lacy under things and mumbled, ‘n…no….no…t…thanks…’

Desperately, he burst through the front doors past the uniformed doorman as the two shop assistants giggled.

Convinced he was facing the police and prison, William wandered the city for hours, his mind a nervous, confused blancmange. After sitting in the park for sometime, he walked to his step-brother’s apartment where William let himself in with the copy of the key he had made. It was just habit that made him steal the key and copy it but now, he decided to use it at last as a mild act of independence before prison. William knew that Edwin, his step-brother would not be home – Edwin would be putting in another twelve hour day at the brokers, making millions - so William slumped on the sofa and watched mindless television for a for a brain numbing period.

Could he just run away?

How would he do that without money?

Jason Harridan, William’s stepfather was wealthy but did not give his newly acquired step-son any of that wealth. Perhaps he knew William better than he revealed, knew of his step-son’s shady dealing, but that, of course, was not what he told his wife.

‘He has to find his own way, Elsie,’ he had said to William’s mother who just docilely accepted her husband’s verdict. After all, there were new dresses to buy, luncheons to be had and life was good as the almost fading trophy wife of a billionaire.

Sighing, William raided his step-brother’s closet for a new tie and carefully let himself out after making sure there were no signs he had been inside the apartment. Edwin was a little funny about things like that and had a terrible temper that was explosive and cruel in nature.

William arrived at Bergmans at four-forty five and rode the elevator upstairs. Cautiously, he approached the desk of Ms Bergman’s assistant.

Elaine coolly watched the young man approach.

Here he comes, the lamb to the slaughter.

‘You can wait over there,’ she said with a disdainful wave at the sofa, not even waiting for his mumbled greeting.

William mumbled thanks and perched on the edge of the immaculate leather sofa to wait.

Time passed and he became increasingly nervous.

At twenty past five, the office door opened.

‘You can go in now,’ Elaine said without even looking up from her computer screen.

William shuffled in to face his fate, ready to throw himself upon the mercy of Ms Bergman. However, he honestly did not expect any mercy. Even he had vaguely heard of her reputation as a woman of ruthless determination.

Respectfully, he waited until Ms Bergman swivelled the desk chair around to face him. She looked him up and down.

‘A much better tie,’ Candace commented. ‘It looks rather expensive. Did you steal it?’

‘Ah…no…not really…Ms Bergman…’

‘Not really? Interesting.’

Abruptly, Candace stood up and moved to a brass statue that stood on a small round glass table. It depicted a naked man wrestling a large, fat snake.

‘I enjoy art,’ she said and William did not know what to say. Art, to him, was what rich people hung in their homes.

‘Art is a delicate balance, William,’ Candace purred, ‘a balance between life and imagination. Take this statue. At first glance it appears to be a striking portrayal of a fight to the death between two creatures – man and a python.’

She looked at him and William blinked nervously, not really sure what to do, what to say.

‘Step closer, William. You can’t see from over there!’ Her voice sounded vaguely irritated so, quickly, he moved closer and looked down at the statue, smelling her rich, exotic perfume as she moved to stand beside him.

‘But it’s more than just a man and a snake fighting. Do you see more, Williams?’

‘Ah…no…not really. It’s good, though,’ he hopefully added. ‘The snake looks like one tough mother…’

‘Tough? How discerning of you, William. Does it measure up to the illustrations in the comic books you probably prefer to read?’

William flushed at her sarcasm but said nothing.

‘The snake symbolises his penis, William, and his sexual desire. He is wrestling with himself. Do you see that?’

His penis? His cock? This is nuts!

Blushing, William stammered, ‘ah…if you say so, Ms Bergman…’

‘You are a little slow, aren’t you, William. Is that why your step-father does not give you any of his funds?’

Stunned by the sudden turn of the conversation, William grappled with his thoughts, labouring to form the correct words.

‘He doesn’t like me,’ William found himself confessing.

‘Poor William,’ she teased, turning back to her desk. ‘I suppose you care what he thinks? Silly question really, as all young people care what people think. Do you think you are handsome, William?’

He blushed again, slightly shaken by her method of switching from one topic to another.

‘H…handsome, Ms Bergman? Ah…I dunno…’

‘Don’t know, not dunno! English is a language to be savoured. Do you have a girlfriend?’

‘Sort of…’

‘Sort of? Interesting. What is the name of this “sort of” girlfriend?’

‘Robyn…’

‘Does she think you’re handsome?’

‘I’m…I’m not sure, Ms Bergman…’William stammered, confused.

‘I assume you don’t discuss these weighty matters in your “sort of” relationship because you just fuck like rabbits before watching reality TV while chewing gum?’

William blinked rapidly, somewhat shocked by the sudden profanity and her calm manner.

‘Ah…’

‘For goodness sakes, you’re not actually a virgin, are you?’

William’s face exploded into white hot heat and he felt his shame rise in his throat.

‘Not…not really,’ he mumbled, not knowing where to look.

‘Not really,’ she mocked, a cruel, metallic smile flickering over her lips. ‘The gentlemen in prison would enjoy you, William, as I would say you could even be pretty with the correct assistance.’

William shivered at her tone and hung his head, waiting for the end of this somewhat surprising conversation

The silence was heavy until Ms Bergman spoke.

‘I have an offer for you.’

He lifted his head.

‘I require a male model for a month. It will require living in my residence and completely following my directions. No disobedience will be accepted. At the end of the month, I will return your written confession and consider you have met your financial obligation. Are you interested?’

‘M…male model?’

‘I create certain artistic tableaux for selected friends. You will be available to model and to perform other tasks as I see fit. It will be for exactly thirty days.’

‘W…what would I have to do?’

‘Everything I say, William. I thought I said that. Do you have a hearing impairment?’

‘Ah…no…but what would…’

‘I can see by your procrastination that you do not wish to avail yourself of this once in a lifetime opportunity, William. That is a pity.’

Ms Bergman pressed the intercom and said, ‘get me the police, Elaine. Make it the Commissioner. I met him at a charity do last spring.’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman.’

Candace turned to look down on the trading floor, watching a well known society matron selecting lingerie.

Must be for her to wear for that French toy boy she has stashed in that Soho apartment.

The intercom buzzed as an intense wave of panic broke over William.

Prison!

He couldn’t!

All those stories about rape and forced to be someone’s bitch! He couldn’t!

‘I have Commissioner Jenkins on line two, Ms Bergman.’

‘Thank you, Elaine.’

Candace Bergman looked at the sweating William.

‘Please,’ he whimpered, ‘please, no…’

‘No? I’m afraid “no” is not a word I accept applies to me, William.’ Her hand moved to the Bang & Olufsen telephone that had been specially designed for her in Denmark by that company.

‘Please,’ he begged, his shirt soaked in sweat. ‘Please don’t. I’ll do it.’

‘Do what, William?’ Ms Bergman asked coolly, hand poised on the telephone.

‘I’ll do what you want! I’ll be the bloody model…anything…I will!’

She smiled and pointed a finger at a document on the desk. A gold pen lay next to it. ‘There is our agreement. Sign it!’

Hurriedly, he picked up the pen and scribbled his signature and Ms Bergman smiled as she picked up the telephone.

‘Commissioner, how wonderful to speak to you. I was wondering if you would attend one of my artistic soirees? That’s wonderful. I’ll send details to your assistant.’

William stood with his head hanging as Candace disconnected the call.

‘The thirty days will commence from tomorrow evening,’ she said, carefully folding the document William had just signed. ‘You will be here at five and Elaine will direct you to the car park where you will wait for me. You will not require personal effects as everything will be provided. That will be all.’

Slowly, William dragged his feet to the door but stopped when she called, ‘William?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’ William mumbled.

‘There is no point informing anyone of our arrangement. A confidentiality clause is in the document you just signed.’

He nodded and slowly walked out.

Elaine watched the dejected young man press the elevator button.

This will be interesting, she thought, Ms Bergman certainly knows how to pick them!

She turned to her computer and called up a photograph of a tableau Ms Bergman had arranged for a recent charity dinner as the elevator arrived. William sadly stepped inside and the doors closed.

Yes, Elaine smiled to herself, this one will be interesting.


Part 3: A Cutting Moment.

William walked back to his small one room flat, his head spinning with what had just occurred.

No police!

Not going to prison!

He was, of course, happy to avoid prison but there was something about Ms Candace Bergman that made William wary. He had survived families and the streets long enough to recognise a ruthless person when he saw one.

And there was no doubt in William’s mind that she was ruthless and that made her scary!

‘She’s a crazy bitch,’ he muttered as he walked, ‘all that crap about snakes and cocks!’

He stopped and looked at himself in the reflection of a pawnbrokers window.

Am I handsome? Maybe this modelling shit might mean a new start for me, a way to make money!

As he let himself into his small flat, he thought about telling Robyn. It would give him an excuse to call her but remembered what Bergman had said about confidentiality. At this stage, he didn’t want to annoy Ms Bergman and make her rip up their deal. He had narrowly escaped prison and did not want to risk Bergman tearing up the agreement.

At that point, William wondered if he should have read the document.

Too late now!

‘Be nice to her,’ he told himself as he opened a beer, ‘do what the crazy bitch wants and wait. Who knows, I might be able to lift some things from her house!’

Buoyed with the thought of possible theft, William slumped on his threadbare sofa and watched television.

In the back of her sleek limousine, wrapped in an elegant fur coat, (she saw no reason why she could care about mere animals), Candace dreamed of art, imagination and pain. It was, she smiled to herself, a very delicate balance!

Full of bravado in the sanctuary of his own small flat, William felt his courage dissipate the moment he stepped onto the gleaming marble floors of Bergmans!

Elaine smiled when she saw William, wearing the same suit he had worn the day before, appear nervously at her desk.

‘You’re punctual,’ Elaine said. ‘She likes that, so keep it up.’

She smirked at her sly innuendo but William didn’t catch the subtle meaning. Elaine registered that William, just like the others, was not terribly smart.

‘The car park is in the basement. It is a secure basement so after I send you down in the elevator, the only way out is with a pass key. Here, take this,’ Elaine said, offering a scented white envelope.

‘Wha…what is it?’ William asked.

It’s an envelope, moron, Elaine felt like saying but, instead she smiled and said ‘it is your instructions. You are to read them when you are in the basement.’

She saw the confusion in his eyes and could not resist asking, ‘you can read, can’t you?’

He grunted something and snatched the envelope.

‘I’ll use my key to send you down,’ Elaine said, summoning the elevator.

Nervously, William shuffled into the elevator car and, heart pounding, watched Elaine insert her key, press the basement button and removed her key.

‘Have a nice trip,’ Elaine smirked and waited until the elevator door closed.

Back at her desk, she pressed the intercom and said, ‘he’s on his way down, Ms Bergman.’

‘Is the camera feed operating, Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman, it’s on channel three.’

‘Thank you, Elaine.’

‘Ms Bergman…’ Elaine said hurriedly, finger holding the intercom button down.

‘Yes, Elaine?’ Ms Bergman replied, voice cool and a little distant.

Elaine felt her face grow warm but she had to ask.

‘Could…could I…watch?’

In her office, Candace smirked and waited a moment or two to draw out Elaine’s tension.

‘Yes, Elaine, you can watch.’

‘Thank you, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said huskily and hurried into Ms Bergman’s office.

The elevator doors opened and William stared out uncertainly at the underground car park.

The elevator chimed and a robotic voice said, ‘basement car park. Please exit the car.’

William stayed where he was and, gripping the envelope Elaine had given him, peered onto the brightly lit car park.

‘Please exit the car!’

If an automatic, robotic voice could sound agitated and irritated, this was what it would sound like!

William stepped out of the car, the doors closed and he was alone in the vast underground car park.

Suddenly he heard music and a distinctive voice, loud and echoing in the vast car park, exotic vocals bouncing from concrete walls!

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear

Oh, oh.Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin

Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

Of course, as a Led Zepplin fan, William recognised the music as “Kashmir[1]” and wondered where it was coming from.

A sleek car slid by, windows down and it was obvious the music was pounding from the stereo of the vehicle. The chauffer was white, cap askew, cigarette hanging from his thin lips and eyes focussed somewhere between the car park and Kashmir, visions of Robert Plant dancing in his stoned eyes while his thin hands pounded the steering wheel in a meaningless effort to keep time with Bonham.

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

Ohh.When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah

When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when

Im down...Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down

Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there



The car vanished and moments later, the pounding rhythm suddenly stopped and the silence was heavy.

A car door slammed and the pale faced youth appeared, walking towards the elevator. He tipped his cap and nodded to William with wary eyes.

‘Was’up, man?’

‘Hey,’ William said in a croaky voice.

‘You waiting for someone?’

The youth pressed the elevator button.

‘Nah. I mean, maybe.’

The youth smiled, looked William up and down before smiling.

‘Got you, dude! You go for it, man! You ride that rich pussy!’

The elevator arrived, the youth stepped in and pantomimed fucking with jerky hip movements until the doors closed.

Strangely, Williams could still hear Kashmir in his mind.

His fingers shook as he tore open the envelope. Glancing around the empty car park, he focused on the typewritten letter.

My car is parked in Bay 1. There is a metal garbage bin next to it and you will disrobe completely and put everything including personal effects (wallet, watch) into the garbage bin. Naked and with nothing, you will then get into the boot[2] of the limousine, closing it behind you. There is no negotiation in this matter.

William stared at the letter in disbelief!

Take all my clothes off! She’s fucking insane!

For a moment, William considered walking away, of trying to find a way out of the car park. What stopped him was the knowledge that Ms Bergman would hand his confession to the police and probably urge the police to investigate William’s record.

That would not be good!

There were a few outstanding matters he did not want the police to become interested in.

Slowly, he walked through the underground car park, searching for Bay 1.

Candace pointed at the monitor screen as the young man in the cap walked into the elevator.

‘And who is that idiot?’

Elaine peered at the grainy image.

‘The new chauffer for Mrs Billington-Smith; Mrs Billington-Smith is shopping in Intimate Apparel.’

‘My lord, Is she screwing that awful spotty man?’

‘I’m…I’m not sure, Ms Bergman…’

‘What on earth has happened to a simple thing like good taste!’

Candace sighed and studied the monitor screen that had silently risen from inside her desk top. Elaine stood beside her, also staring at the screen in breathless anticipation.

Eyes glinting, Candace looked at her and smiled softly.

‘I think, Elaine, you will see much better if you kneel beside me.’

Elaine flushed but carefully knelt, her knees pressing against the expensive carpet, hoping she would not ladder her pantyhose.

‘Good,’ Candace said sarcastically when they saw William reading the letter, ‘he can read!’

William walked around the gleaming limousine and saw immediately the boot was open. The garbage bin was also there, just as the letter said.

The letter.

Disrobe completely!

William looked around the basement and knew he could probably not escape it without a security key.

He also understood that Ms Bergman would hand him to the police. The confession he had signed was for a small accident, just a garden wall but the police would see his record. And his step-father would probably press charges for taking his precious car! And there were those unpaid fines as well as the thefts!

Stupid Edwin might even press charges for the bloody tie!

It suddenly occurred to William that Ms Bergman probably knew about his record and the outstanding matters the police would be very interested in.

She’s a real bitch!

He lifted the lid to the garbage bin and saw it was empty. However, there was a strong smell of petrol and William could see there was about three inches of liquid on the bottom of the bin.

Sighing, he began to take his clothes off. Completely naked, he stuffed everything – clothes, shoes, wallet, even Edwin’s tie – into the bin.

Nervously, he opened the boot, slid inside and closed the lid.

Elaine stared up at the screen and Candace frowned at the image displaying a naked William.

‘Goodness, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly, staring at William’s large cock that hung over the young man’s plump balls, ‘he’s…he’s…’

‘I can see very well, Elaine! It appears he is not circumcised.’

Elaine looked up at Ms Bergman from her kneeling position.

‘He’s big though, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said earnestly. ‘It’s…’

‘His penis is more than adequate, Elaine but I insist on the head being visible at all time. I should never assume but I had hoped he was circumcised. It is a set back.’

‘It’s…it’s still a very nice one, Ms Bergman, I mean, it’s thick…’

‘And you seem to enjoy looking at it, Elaine.’

Elaine flushed and licked her lips.

Both women watched the screen until William vanished into the car boot.

‘Turn it off, Elaine,’ Candace said, standing up, ‘and get my coat!’

Elaine jumped to her feet, pressed buttons and the monitor screen slid noiselessly into the desk top. Rushing to the wardrobe, she returned with the fur coat and held it so Candace could slip into it.

‘Call Doctor Steerburg and have her come to my house tomorrow morning. She will need to be prepared, Elaine, for some minor surgery. Do you understand?’

‘I…I understand, Ms Bergman.’

‘And tell Bernard I am ready to go.’

Elaine hurried out to call the chauffer and the doctor while Candace touched up her lipstick.

‘Doctor Steerburg will be there at nine tomorrow, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly after completing the errands.

‘Excellent,’ Candace said, walking to the door.

She paused and looked at her assistant.

‘Elaine, I would be disappointed if you masturbated tonight.’

Elaine hung her head.

‘I…I know, Ms Bergman…it’s difficult…’

‘I expect you to have some control, Elaine. You are my personal assistant after all.’

Candace smiled when she saw Elaine’s face was now a deep red.

‘However, I do acknowledge that you have been working very hard.’

Elaine hopefully lifted her head.

‘So, if you exhibit self control this evening, you will be permitted to visit my residence tomorrow to watch Doctor Steerburg adapt our model.’

Elaine’s face burst into a large happy smile.

‘Oh, thank you, Ms Bergman. I won’t…won’t…’

‘Won’t what, Elaine?’ Ms Bergman asked a little impatiently.

‘I…I won’t touch myself tonight…’

‘See that you don’t, Elaine. I would be more than a little annoyed if you transgressed our agreement.’

Bernard, the chauffer, was waiting by Elaine’s desk and he respectfully followed Candace into the elevator.

Her high heels rapped loudly as she led the way through the echoing car park to the car and Bernard hurriedly opened the rear door for her. As she slid in, he glanced at her long legs, sheathed in gleaming Italian nylon.

‘When you have finished ogling my legs, Bernard, you can drop a lit match into the garbage bin. I would then like to get home as quickly as possible.’

‘Very good, Ma’am,’ Bernard said, flushing as he quickly closed the door. He then struck a match and dropped it into the garbage bin.

Moments later, the limousine drove through the car park, leaving the burning garbage bin behind.

The overhead sprinklers came on just as the limousine rolled through the exit and a few drops of water splattered onto the roof.

‘You will have to wash and polish the car tomorrow, Bernard,’ Ms Bergman said, flicking through a magazine, ‘I expect it has water marks on it now.’

Part 4: A Slice of Life.

William looked out warily when Bernard popped the boot. He was confused and, not surprisingly, a little nervous as he felt very exposed and vulnerable.

Ms Bergman stood at the door that joined the four car garage with the main house and frowned at him.

‘Don’t dilly dally, William! Quickly, please! I do not have all evening!’

Shyly, William climbed out of the car and stood with his hands cupped around his genitals.

‘Oh, for goodness sakes! There is no point in hiding your assets if you are going to be a model! You look decidedly silly! Stand up properly and put your shoulders back!’

Bernard smirked at William and then quickly forced his face to become expressionless when Ms Bergman glanced at him. Bernard did not want to risk annoying Candace Berman!

The chauffer immediately prior to Bernard had been with her for three years but she had still fired him instantly when she discovered bird droppings on the fender of the limo.

The last thing Bernard wanted was to lose such a well paid job. As a consequence he was paranoid about bird-shit and was always polishing the car.

Naked, William shyly followed Ms Bergman into the house. The hallway was huge with a staircase leading upstairs, a full sized bronze statute of a mermaid, furniture that looked remarkably old to William and many paintings on the various walls. The house smelled of discreet wealth!

The floor felt cool under his bare feet and he guessed it was marble like the floor in the main bathroom of his step-fathers house.

‘Come through, William,’ Candace Bergman said, leading the way.

Sheepishly, William followed her into a large living room. There were three small sofas clustered around a large fireplace and other sofas near the terrace doors. An imposing portrait of Candace hung over the fireplace.

William could not see a television set and wondered if the crazy woman even watched TV.

Ms Bergman dropped her coat, handbag and gloves on a coffee table and sat down.

Suddenly, an Asian woman in a black uniform appeared in the doorway and hurriedly scooped up the coat, handbag and gloves.

She glanced at the red faced William but remained expressionless as if it was normal to see a completely naked young man in Ms Bergman’s living room.

‘Good evening, Ms Bergman,’ the Asian woman said carefully, eyes down.

‘Good evening, Mai Ling,’ Candace said with a curt nod. ‘I will have dinner in fifty minutes.’

‘Very good, Ms Bergman.’

She scurried away with the clothes and Ms Bergman pointed at the sideboard.

‘Pour me a Sherry. The Sherry is in the crystal decanter.’

Candace sat down and watched the red faced, naked, William stumble over the floor to the antique walnut sideboard.

‘Not that one,’ Candace said when William picked up a jug. ‘Yes, that one!’

He doesn’t know the difference between a decanter and a jug!

‘Fill the glass to half and bring it here.’

Sheepishly, William offered the glass to Candace who casually took it from the naked young man while looking him up and down.

‘Stand there with your hands upright like you are Popeye showing off your muscles.’

‘I need some clothes!’ William grunted, hands moving again in front of his crotch.

‘Why?’ Candace asked icily after sipping Sherry. ‘Are you afraid you’ll shock me with your erection?’

Blushing furiously, William mumbled, ‘it ain’t right…’

‘Isn’t, not ain’t! When you are in this house, you will speak correctly. Now, what were you mumbling about?’

Anger bubbled within William but he guessed that she was trying to push him so he would rebel. That meant the police!

‘It isn’t right,’ he mumbled, ‘me being naked…’

‘I find it quite appealing,’ Candace said loftily. ‘Now, do the Popeye thing!’

Like a caged animal, William looked around but he knew there was no escape.

No clothes, no money and deep inside the house!

Face red, he moved his arms up and made his arm muscles bulge in a weak parody of a body builder. Humiliatingly, his cock began to stiffen.

Candace saw it and smirked.

‘You appear to be somewhat endowed.’

‘Huh?’

‘Not huh, William! Say Pardon!’

William glowered at the floor, arms still bent upwards and his cock now embarrassingly stiff.

‘Say it!’

‘Pardon,’ he mumbled, cock quivering.

‘Better. As I was saying, you seem to have a large penis especially when it is erect as it is now. I’m sure your supposed girlfriend may just be able to learn how to control it. What was her name again?’ Candace asked coolly.’

William swallowed and did not know where to look.

‘Robyn,’ he mumbled and Candace smiled at his embarrassment.

‘Yes, the size of your penis is acceptable. However, you are not circumcised, your testicles don’t really seem large enough for what I have in mind and you have a little too much body hair. We’ll attend to those discrepancies tomorrow.’

Candace sipped the sherry, enjoying the moment as she knew that by phrasing the statement in the way she had, William had really only heard her mention “body hair”..

‘Your face is red, William, what on earth is the matter?’ Candace asked with a mocking air of exasperation.

‘I want some clothes,’ he said sullenly, arms dropping.

‘I’m afraid we will have to train you not to be so modest, William. However,’ she said with a sigh, ‘if you are uncomfortable, I will remedy the situation.’

William watched Ms Bergman pick up a silver bell on the coffee table and ring it once.

Mai Ling immediately appeared in the doorway, glanced at William and his stiff cock but her face remained expressionless.

‘Yes, Ms Bergman? You want something?’

‘Yes, Mai Ling, I do. My guest appears a little uncomfortable displaying his erect penis,’ she announced with a small smile. ‘Please get the garment we discussed earlier.’

‘At once, Ms Bergman.’

Candace looked back to William.

‘Turn around William, so I can inspect your buttocks.’

His face glowed and, for a moment, he almost protested but knew there was no point. Slowly, he turned around, stiff erection quivering with the movement.

‘My compliments on a very attractive rear, William,’ Candace said with a small smile. ‘You are quite muscular. I suppose clambering up walls to burgle houses provides a certain amount of exercise.’

She knows!

William stared immediately ahead, not really seeing the small gold statue of two naked men wrestling, as his mind wrestled with the knowledge that Ms Bergman knew of all his indiscretions.

‘However,’ Candace continued, ‘you will need to achieve a certain muscular improvement before you model. Ah, here’s Mai Ling with your clothing.’

Relieved, William spun around to see the expressionless Asian woman offering him a small flesh coloured garment.

Stunned, he took it from her and saw it was a jock strap!

Open mouthed, he gaped at Ms Bergman who frowned at him.

‘Well, put it on, William! You wanted something to wear!’

Still stunned, William pulled on the jock strap and found, to his horror that it was one size smaller than he really needed. Consequently, it was very tight! The rear strap dug in between his arse cheeks and the front tightly cupped his balls and half erect cock!

Somehow, William felt more on display in the small garment than he had when naked!

‘Dinner served, Ms Bergman,’ Mai Ling said with a half curtsey.

Candace stood up, placing the empty Sherry glass on a highly polished coffee table and walked away.

She stopped at the door and said, ‘are you hungry, William?’

‘Ah, yeah,’ he mumbled.

‘The word is yes, William,’ Candace said with a tight smile. ‘Perhaps, it would be best if you couldn’t speak at all. You could ruin my tableau with your inane mutterings. You can eat with the servants!’

Candace strode through the doors and William shamefully followed her but Mai Ling held up a hand.

Pointing at a door, she said, ‘you eat kitchen!’

Bernard grinned at the red faced William as he chewed.

‘Nice jock strap,’ he said and William blushed even more.

I’m in a fucking madhouse! This is crazy!

Mai Ling looked up from the head of the table but said nothing.

William ate from his plate and then glanced at what Bernard was eating.

‘How come I don’t get meat?’ William asked sulkily.

‘You on diet,’ Mai Ling said calmly, deftly using chopsticks.

William picked up a lettuce leaf between thumb and forefinger while looking at Bernard’s steak and gravy.

‘Diet? I’m not on any fucking diet!’

‘Ms Bergman say you are. And you no swear! It not nice and Ms Bergman no like.’

Sullenly, William ate the salad.

‘This is where you sleep,’ Mai Ling said, gesturing at the small room with a single bed.

William frowned as he inspected the bed.

‘It’s got a rubber sheet on it. Who puts fucking rubber sheets on beds?’

‘You no swear,’ Mai Ling said, walking to the door. ‘Ms Bergman punish if you swear.’

‘What she going to do,’ William sneered, ‘spank me?’

‘Maybe. Or she cut your balls off! You no longer be man.’

William’s jaw dropped at Mai Ling’s casual delivery.

‘I bring you special tea before bed time. You will like.’

‘Bed time? It’s not even nine…’

‘You will sleep soon,’ Mai Ling said. ‘You wait for the special tea.’

William woke with a thick tongue and a dry mouth.

The last thing he recalled was Mai Ling bringing him a cup of some strange smelling tea. He was bored so he actually drank the weird shit!

It was the last thing he remembered.

Now, it was morning!

I went out like a fucking light!

Suddenly, William realised he couldn’t move!

His arms and legs were restrained by thick leather belts. He was helpless in a star position with arms and legs bound to the corners of the bed, the rubber sheet smooth and slippery beneath him.

The jock strap was gone and his morning erection stood proudly above his dark curly pubic hair.

The door opened and Candace stepped in.

She was, as usual, dressed in an elegant jacket and skirt – Italian, of course – with a soft blouse, high heels and restrained jewellery.

William blushed when she looked down at his hard cock.

‘Can’t keep a good boy down, can we?’ Candace said with almost a sneer.

Elaine peered from behind Ms Bergman and eagerly looked at the naked man.

‘What’s she doing here? Why am I tied up?’

‘Don’t shout, William. It is quite tiresome and very bourgeois.’

Elaine put a hand to her mouth and giggled when William’s hard cock quivered when he tested his bonds.

‘If you could stop staring at his stiff penis for a moment, Elaine, it may be possible for you to locate Doctor Steerburg?’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman,’ a flushed Elaine said.

Elaine’s head vanished behind Candace and William heard her hurry out the door.

‘What’s going on?’ William demanded, straining uselessly against his bonds once again.

‘Preparation, William, that’s all. There is really no need to be alarmed. Ah, here is Doctor Steerburg.’

A plump, middle aged woman with a severe haircut and large glasses stepped into the room. Dressed in a very masculine suit and tie, she carried a black medical bag. Elaine hovered behind her and peered at William over Steerburg’s shoulder.

‘What the fuck is a doctor doing here?’ William demanded.

‘Please don’t use gutter language, William,’ Ms Bergman said with a frown, ‘it is not acceptable! Doctor Steerburg is here to help in your transition to a modelling career.’

‘I don’t need no transition!’ William screamed, tearing at the bonds that held him securely.

‘Would you like me to sedate him, Ms Bergman?’ Doctor Steerburg asked.

Elaine appeared at Candace’s shoulder and glanced at her, waiting for the answer.

‘No, I don’t think so,’ Candace said. ‘It’s better that he watches so he understands the trouble we are going to in order to improve his modelling prospects.’

‘Let me go, you crazy bitches!’ William yelled.

‘He seems a little ungrateful to me,’ Steerburg grunted.

‘And rude,’ Elaine muttered.

‘Yes, but he will learn. Elaine?’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Do you think you would be able to adequately gag William? He is becoming a little tiresome and I have a slight headache.’

‘Oh yes, Ms Bergman!’ Elaine breathed, face hot and flushed.

‘Then do it! Find something appropriate in the tool box.’

Elaine scurried away and returned with a silver ring gag on a stiff black leather strap.

‘Doctor, you may wish to secure his head,’ Candace said calmly, ‘while Elaine silences him.’

‘Of course,’ Steerburg said, moving to the bed.

‘Keep away from me!’ William bellowed.

‘Oh do stop being tiresome, William,’ Candace said with a sigh. ‘Be thankful that it is simply a ring gag. If Elaine had her way, you’d be chewing on her wet knickers!’

Elaine flushed but moved beside Steerburg who firmly held William’s head. The ring gag was brutally inserted and buckled tightly.

‘Is it tight, Elaine?’

‘I can make it tighter, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said huskily, eyes wide and almost glassy with a strange passion.

‘It’s tight enough, Ms Bergman’ Doctor Steerburg countered standing back. ‘She’ll break his jaw if she makes it any tighter.’

‘Then, that will be adequate,’ Candace pronounced.

‘Pity,’ Elaine murmured, gently stroking William’s hair.

William’s eyes were wide with fear as he looked up at the three women. Strangely, his cock was still hard.

Candace noticed.

‘Can you do perform the surgery if that is like that, Doctor?’

Doctor Steerburg shook her head.

‘I can get rid of it, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said eagerly.

‘Now is not the time for you to demonstrate your fellatio techniques, Elaine,’ Candace said coldly. Elaine’s face fell and Doctor Steerburg smiled.

‘Go and ask Mai Ling for some ice,’ Candace said and leaned over William. ‘Do try to relax, dear boy, this is all for the best. You do want to be the best possible model for me, don’t you?’

Warily, eyes wide, William watched her, drool dribbling from his distended mouth, forced open by the ring gag.

‘Now. Doctor, what do you suggest?’ Candace asked.

Doctor Steerburg looked down on the frightened William with a professionally detached air, studying the erect cock.

‘I can remove the excess skin from the penis, cut it high and tight so the head will always be exposed.’

William gurgled incoherently and shook against the bonds.

Cut my cock!

No!

No, not that!

‘How long before he’s recovered?’

‘A few days,’ the doctor said with a careless shrug. ‘He’ll be tender for a while but men are such babies anyway.’

‘How much of the foreskin will you remove?’

‘How much do you want? I’d take as much as possible so it’s very tight. It’ll reduce his enjoyment for masturbation until the sensitivity reduces. I can also inject the head so it will swell permanently? Make it a little bigger and rounder when aroused.’

‘That sounds interesting,’ Candace said as Elaine rushed back in with a bowl of ice, ‘a fat head, totally exposed. I can work with that. What about the testicles?’

‘Same thing. One injection in each and they’ll swell. I suggest doubling in size, like big plums!’

‘Excellent,’ Candace beamed. ‘I think that will be perfect.’

William moaned in his gag and struggled futilely against his bonds.

‘Will you need an anaesthetic?’ Elaine murmured, staring at William’s cock which was still hard.

‘Just a local,’ Doctor Steerburg said airily.

‘Oh, pity,’ Elaine murmured, a little disappointed she wouldn’t see William scream.

Candace smiled; she knew Elaine so well.

‘After Doctor Steerburg has finished, Elaine,’ Candace said with a knowing smile, ‘you can wax him.’

‘Can I?’ Elaine asked eagerly, eyes shining.

‘All over, please.’

‘Of course, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said happily, studying the wisps of black hair on William’s chest and the thick black curls around his quivering cock.

Back, sac and crack!

He’ll be screaming by the time I’ve finished!

‘Can I take his gag off, Ms Bergman, when I wax him?’

‘If you wish but, Elaine…’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman?’

‘Try to keep your hand out of your knickers!’

‘Yes, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine mumbled face red hot and Doctor Steerburg laughed.

‘Put the ice on his testicles, Elaine,’ Steerburg said, readying a hypodermic, ‘and we’ll get started. I have a liposuction appointment at noon.’

William screamed as Elaine poured ice over his cock and balls while Doctor Steerburg slid the hypodermic into a vein on his inner thigh.

‘Mai Ling has coffee for me,’ Candace said.

‘Don’t you want to watch, Ms Bergman?’ Elaine asked.

‘I’m far more interested in results, Elaine, not process. Besides, it is almost impossible to remove blood stains from cashmere.’

The door closed behind Candace and Elaine said, ‘look, it has gone soft. Do you think it was the ice or fear?’

‘Probably both,’ Doctor Steerburg said. ‘We’ll give it a few minutes for the local to work.’

‘Must we wait?’ Elaine asked throatily.

Steerburg smiled.

‘I suppose not. It’s only a foreskin, after all.’



First Published 2008

This is an ongoing story that is updated regularly.

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