Miss Christy, the beautiful, strict, never-to-be-argued-with-Miss-Christy, was holding in one hand a pair of simple, old-fashioned metal handcuffs.
Joe opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again, words unspoken.
“Now.” said Miss Christy, walking over until she was right next to Joe. Taking his left hand first, she guided it around until it was behind him, and then returned to where his right hand waited resting on his head. Once both hands had been expertly guided to behind his back, Miss Christy slipped on the handcuffs like a consummate professional, and spun him around so that they were face to face again.
Smiling sweetily, she placed an invite in his unprotesting mouth, and silently indicated the front door.
Joe’s legs began to move by their own volition, and he found he was propelling himself towards the door. Miss Christy strode confidently in front of him, and opened the door so that he had a clear run to the neighbourhood outside.
As Joe robotically passed her, she gave his ass a final swipe, and told him that when he’s delivered that invite, she has one more for him too.
The air was cool outside, and the gentle white clouds in the sky barely got in the way of the sunlight that bathed the neighbourhood.
Joe cast his eyes left and right, and was extremely relieved to see that there was nobody else out on the street. Yet. He hurried along, hands cuffed behind him, penis flapping in the gently breeze in front of him. Dashing along with the invite in his teeth, he could only imagine how he’d look to anyone who happened to be looking out of the window.
Number 37 was the closest, and across the street. No cars were coming so he immediately cut across the street and dashed past the five houses until he’d reached his target. Bending down, he desperately fed the invite in his teeth through the letterbox, and then sprinted back to the waiting Miss Christy. As he made his way back across the street, he felt a thrill surge through his body at the sound of a car turning on to their road.
He beat it back to Miss Christy though before it got too close, and he was practically panting as the woman calmly slotted the next invite into his open mouth.
Indicating silently that he was not to dawdle, Joe turned back and headed to the pavement. This time, the car that he’d heard was practically on top of him, and he had to wait while it passed him by. Naked, exposed, unable to cover up. A piece of paper in his mouth seemingly the piece de resistance to his total humiliation. He waited, eyes partly closed, for the car to pass by.
It didn’t though. As he stood there, naked, helpless on the street, he heard the car slow down. The window wound down, and an excited laugh emerged from within the vehicle. Opening his eyes, he saw two young 20 year old women gawking at him. The driver was pointing and laughing, while her friend was reaching for her iPhone and starting to focus it on him.
With a yelp, Joe began to hurry down the street rather than crossing first, but not before he heard the fateful whirr of the camera taking a picture. Once he was behind the car, he then dashed back across the road and didn’t look back as he ran to number 45.
While he didn’t look behind though, he could hear the car hoot it’s horn, and the laughter of the two women was interspersed with some very rude suggestions about what he could do next.
Feeding the invite into the letterbox at number 45, he also fancied he saw the curtain move in their window, and a woman’s head seemed to peer out at him.
Not bothering to wait and introduce himself, Joe hot-footed it back to Miss Christy’s house, ignoring the ongoing requests from the women in the car, and trying to block out the constant whirring of their camera.
Miss Christy let Joe back in the house without too much delay, and seemed rather satisfied with his performance.
As Joe caught his breath, Miss Christy walked in a full circle around the naked man, admiring him from every angle, allowing no part of his body go un-inspected. Once she was satisfied that he knew there was no part of his naked body that was safe from her gaze, she quickly stepped in and let him out of the handcuffs.
“Joe, I must say that was quite the performance. I’m happy to report that your tardy house cleaning has been forgiven, and we can head out for some more fun with a clean slate.” her eyes twinkled at that last part.
“Head out?! Like this?” Joe thought.
Miss Christy could see the thought in Joe’s head, and shook her head slowly.
“Oh, don’t worry Joe. I’ll give you something to wear, and…” she raised the handcuffs up and let out a laugh, “it won’t be these.”
“At least not yet.” she added, almost as an after thought.
“No. Anyway, we’ll be catching a bus to our next location, so sadly you will have to wear something over your manhood. Wouldn’t pay to get you arrested so early in our adventure.”
Joe gulped again. What did she have in mind for him this time, and what would she possibly get him to wear?
“In fact,” Miss Christy continued, “I’m in such a generous mood that I’m going to let you choose what you wear.”
Waving a hand over to the couch, Miss Christy suddenly brought Joe’s attention to three sets of clothing that she’d carefully laid out while he was out on his errand.
Joe’s eyes bulged. Well, what kind of choice was that?!
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