Standing In The Corner by Doc

He stood in the corner, naked – mostly.  In his mouth a red ball gag.  On his cock a Steelheart cage.  He was facing the wall as he had been told to by Janice.

The women were chatting.  His job was unclear.  He didn’t know why Janice wanted him in the living room, doing time out in the corner.  He didn’t know of any offense he might have given.  The ball gag was a measure she used to let him know it was time for him to think and not to interact with her – or any other woman.  The cock restraint (he suspected) was mostly so she could wear the tiny key on a gold chain around her ankle.  She liked body jewelry.  She had lots of it.  He liked it too, though she really didn’t care if he did.  She wore it to please herself.
 
He didn’t know why she didn’t close off his ears.  Obviously she wanted him to hear the chatter or he would have been sent off to another room – or a closet.

So he stood, quietly, still.  And during pauses in the conversation he could hear the grandmother clock in the corner ticking.  It was out of his field of vision, so he didn’t know when it would chime.  It would chime when it was time.   One more thing that he’d only know when it happened.

He was time traveling again.  In his mind he was going back.  In reality he was moving forward, hopping from minute to minute, more smoothly than the clock’s minute hand (which jerked forward with every passing moment) but inexorably.

Was he wasting his time?

Hard to say…. He didn’t think so.  She wanted him standing in the corner while she had her girlfriends over.  She obviously wanted them to see him.  Beyond that, he was ignorant of her motivations.  She was a mystery.

Most of his life was a black box.  His job was simply to perform as instructed.

She put the ball gag in.  He submitted.

She put the cock restraint on him.  He submitted.

She told him, ‘Stand in the corner and don’t move!’  He obeyed.

His function was to do as she wished.

He was essentially an example of her power and his submission to her whims.  He suspected that was why she put him on display when her friends visited.

After they left he knew she would be excited and would use him for her sexual release.  He would not be let out of his cage.  It wasn't about him.  It was about her.  It was about what she wanted.

He continued to stare at the wall.

The clock chimed the hour.  He could hear the chatter as the ladies talked behind him.  Their words were irrelevant.  His job was to wait.  He could hear the clock ticking….