STRICTLY
EVIL |
by Beck & Call Back |
Chapter 1
Our first conversation occurred at Doc Disorder's,
the neighborhood bar. I stepped in just like I did
every day after work. Only this time, I saw a strange
face -- a really adorable brunette with hypnotic
dark brown eyes. She also looked like she just came
from work. She wore a short black jacket and a slightly
above-the-knee black skirt. Black nylons and pumps
completed the ensemble.
She eyed me from across the bar and motioned me
with her flashing brown eyes to sit next to her.
She was sipping a vodka martini, the same as me.
"Some coincidence," I told her.
"You don't recognize me?" she asked.
She did look familiar. But I couldn't quite place
her.
"I just started working in your department.
You've been staring at my legs all week, haven't
you?"
I gulped hard. It was true. There indeed was a new
set of legs that I'd been ogling, but the face was
always buried in paperwork.
"I have a little mirror that sits on my desk.
A quick glance and I see all the voyeurs in the
office. You're public enemy number one. Your name's
Jason, isn't it?"
I just nodded in response. I was feeling slightly
intimidated, like I was a 4 year-old caught stealing
pink-frosted cookies from the cookie jar.
"I'm Lori."
She extended a slim pale hand and I grasped it firmly.
It was warm and soft. Her smile was friendly and
inviting.
We continued to talk about work, all the while she
stroked my calf with her leather pump. It was only
small talk but I hung on her every word. Soon, her
delicate hand found its way to my crotch, instantly
waking it up.
"I'm sorry Jason, but I've got to get home.
I have a lot of reading material to catch up on.
I'll see you tomorrow. Buh-bye"
I was so aroused, I thought about masturbating right
there in the bar's bathroom. I reconsidered and
had two more martinis before going home and falling
fast asleep.
Right before quitting time the next day, I found
a house mail on my computer from the "new girl."
It politely asked me to show up at the Holiday Inn
at the corner of town and to get a room for the
night at approximately 8pm in my name. She said
that she found me rather cute and wanted me to excuse
her brusqueness the previous day by joining her
for an intimate dinner in a private room. I should
bring the Chardonnay, she said in her sweet note,
and she would bring the dinner.
I didn't see or hear from my new co-worker again
until 8:30pm when she called me from the hotel lobby
to get the room number. Seconds later, there was
a knock on the door with a stunning vision behind
it. At the office, she was always the epitome of
conservative businesswoman. In the hotel, she projected
a snapshot of femininity, a wet dream come true.
Instead of severely tied back, her dark, silky hair
was worn loose and softly caressed her angelic face.
Her business suit was replaced by a simple floral
sundress, and her deadly leather pumps were replaced
by a pair of strappy sandals. But the most shocking
change was the playful smile that spread across
her lips. Instead of unattainable princess, the
image she projected was a flirty sweetness.
I first noticed that she had a paper Macy's shopping
bag with her. It must be dinner, I assumed, as she
made her way to the couch. We started on the Chardonnay
as she continued apologizing for what she called
rudeness.
"You liked ogling me in the office this week,
didn't you Jason?," she said as the playful
smile slowly turned into a mischievous one.
I blushed. Noticing the paper bag between her legs,
I leaned forward and peaked inside.
"No, Jason. There is no dinner in there. But
I was hoping to have you for dessert," she
purred, batting her eyelashes.
She grabbed the handle of the bag with her foot
and brought it up to my hands. I removed its contents
one by one: two pairs of handcuffs, electrical tape,
rope, a small silver ring, and a strange-looking
harness. I looked at my colleague. She returned
the look as if she were sizing up her prey.
"I don't understand," I mumbled. "Are
you kinky? Do you want me to tie you up?"
I was quickly awakened from my confusion by a sharp
slap to the cheek.
"Yes and no," my temptress serenely stated.
"If you want to have breakfast here in the
morning, it would be wise to do as I say."
I meekly followed her orders from then on. Lori
told me to disrobe and lie flat on the bed. I shuddered
as she manacled my wrists to the top two corners
of the bedpost and put the key on the nightstand.
She then slipped off her pumps, climbed on the bed,
and seductively placed a dainty foot on my chest.
I smelled perfume and leather and my cock bobbed
obscenely in front of me. She rolled her nylon stocking
down her milky white leg, slowly and sensually.
Waving the nylon in front of my face, the process
was then repeated with the other leg.
I moaned from her teasing manipulations. But the
sexy vixen proceeded to tie my ankles to the bottom
two corners of the bed. She then slowly removed
her clothing until she was just clad in bra and
panties. They were green, just like the ribbon in
her hair. She hovered over my face and planted a
deep kiss on my trembling mouth. I swooned as she
removed the last vestiges of her clothing.
Lori then straddled my face, facing my erection.
Something cold and hard was slipped over it. All
that I was able to see were her lovely creamy-white
buttocks, but she peered around to tell me that
she put a cock ring around my shaft to prevent any
"accidents."
I then used my tongue to explore every nook and
cranny of this delicious goddess, from the small
of her back to her belly button, and everything
in between. She tasted heavenly and soon her abundant
juices coated my face from my forehead to my chin,
and dripped down my neck. My own cock pulsated helplessly
and leaked a copious amount of pre-cum as Lori blew
softly on it and darted her tongue at it like a
dagger.
I went mad with lust but thoroughly pleased my goddess
orally for over an hour and gave her multiple orgasms.
She kept me going by bringing me to the brink several
times with her wet pink tongue. She even suckled
my balls in her warm mouth which almost sent me
over the edge. But, alas, I was denied.
We were still locked in a "69" when Lori
fell asleep. I, of course, could not sleep a wink
and when she awoke at dawn, I had a splitting headache.
Leaving me bound, she showered and dressed quickly,
placing a ten dollar bill on the nightstand, next
to the key.
Picking up the key, I thought Lori was going to
finally release me. But she just re-positioned me
and re-cuffed my hands behind my back. For some
reason, I let her, maybe because I thought I'd finally
get to cum. With obvious dexterity, my "date"
attached the leather and metal harness to my privates
over the cock ring. I winced as the metal bit deeply
into my already bloated package. My complaints were
met with swift action by my tormentress.
She turned away from me and daintily lifted her
sundress. Glancing at me with a saucy wink, she
wiggled out of her panties and proceeded to stuff
it into my mouth which she expertly sealed with
the tape. The taste of her essence distracted me
as she rolled me onto my belly for an ankle to wrist
hogtie. I was still in dreamland when she used the
rope to cinch my elbows together. This furiously
snapped me back into reality as the pain seared
into my muscles and my brain.
"Uh, oh. 9 o'clock. I'll be late for Ally McBeal.
Gotta run," she sung.
As she headed to the door, I hollered through the
panty gag. My seductress swiveled on her heels,
and drank in the image before her on the bed: a
hogtied, gagged, horny man with no relief in sight.
She brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and blew
me a kiss.
"All I promised you was breakfast in this room
in the morning," she dryly sneered. "Just
order from room service after the maid finds you."
With that, my enchantress opened the door and pulled
the "DO NOT DISTURB SIGN" off the outside
doorknob. She sashayed over to me and dropped the
sign in front of my nose. The last I saw of her
was her delectable rear end as it swayed from left
to right and out the door.
Chapter 2
In five minutes my mind began to clear. It was still
a bit numb from the Chardonnay which I was still
able to taste along with Lori's womanly essence
on my trapped tongue. I looked around the room and
thought about my sorry situation.
"It may be as much as twelve hours until the
chambermaid finds me," I shuddered to myself.
My pinioned elbows were causing me distress, as
were my constricted testicles. But my immediate
thoughts were on my full bladder. I drank half a
bottle of the wine the previous evening and I would
have to relieve myself eventually, I thought.
In no time at all, my bladder was causing me unbearable
agony, and I just let loose, It was the first time
I had wet the bed since I was five or six years-old.
I was mortified and tears welled up in my eyes.
It was also rather painful evacuating my bladder
through my compressed penis and testicles.
That got me thinking about other issues. Thank god
I hadn't anything to eat for dinner, or the chambermaid
would be in for a real mess.
My shoulders, severely pulled back as they were,
were soon numb. I didn't feel much pain in them
-- only a slight tingling. I hoped that there would
be no permanent damage. I also wondered how I would
face Lori at work, if and when I ever got back.
Would I rip into her? I doubted it. I would probably
never want to look her in the eye again and would
hope that she'd never mention this to anyone else.
Somehow I'd managed to fall asleep. I slept in fits
and starts for about an hour. At about 9am, the
harsh sunlight unmercilessly broke through the clouds
to wake me up. Lori was thoughtful enough to leave
the curtains wide open to assure me an uncomfortable
morning.
Oddly enough, I started to think about by torturing
vixen again as her taste on my tongue started to
arouse me. The blood never retreated from my cock,
so I was still erect, but I would soon find myself
rubbing myself on the urine-soaked sheets below
me. I thought about Lori and masturbated myself
against the bed. I closed my eyes tight and pictured
her in that adorable floral sundress and her exquisite
feet in those strappy sandals. Faster and faster
I rubbed, like a dog in heat. I was disgusted by
the smell of my stale urine, but I blocked that
out and concentrated on Lori. She was cruel, but
beautiful and I wanted to release my pent-up need
in the worst way. It was indeed the worst way: rubbing
my restricted engorged cock against wet bedsheets
until it chaffed. I didn't care; I would rub it
bloody raw if I had to.
Lori was kind enough to put the clock where I could
easily see it. It was a little after nine in the
morning, and here I was at the Holiday Inn, hogtied
and rutting my bed in isolation. But it was no use.
The cock cage was just too tight and I was just
too exhausted, horny but exhausted.
Just then I heard a light knock on the door and
it slowly opened. I shut my eyes tightly and buried
my face in the mattress. I heard a deep intake of
breath and the door slammed shut. I looked up and
it slowly opened again. Through tear-stained eyes,
I saw her enter and close the door behind her.
She was a petite woman with long, dark hair tied
back in a ponytail. She had an olive complexion
and, underneath her powder blue dress, had a tight
athletic body. She reminded me of an Olympic gymnast.
Just then a knock on the door startled us both.
"Maria? Maria?"
She opened the door only partially, stepped outside,
and closed it a few inches. It seemed that she was
hiding me from someone. I heard a muted conversation
in Spanish and soon Maria came back inside my room
and closed the door behind her.
Maria the chambermaid slowly walked up and hovered
above me. I wondered what she was doing. She slowly
ripped a piece of paper from my back, the tape ripping
out the stray hairs that I had growing back there.
It seemed that Lori had taped a message to my back
before she left. I didn't even notice. The maid
walked closer to the window. I looked up and saw
a message written in Spanish. Maria turned it over
and read what must have been the same message in
English. I managed to read only a few words but
caught the gist; Lori basically explained the situation.
I did catch the last two words -- "HAVE FUN!"
I shuddered and turned beet-red as I heard little
Maria giggle out loud.
I don't think she spoke any English but I did catch
a few words here and there; words like estupido
and other put-downs that I learned in my High School
Spanish class.
Maria went over to the dresser drawer and opened
it. It seemed that Lori left my wallet there and
my chambermaid helped herself to my cash, my ATM
card, and credit cards.
Oh, my god, I thought to myself. If I don't check
out, the hotel will just continue to charge me the
daily room rate and leave it up to the maid to see
if everything's all right. If Lori keeps mum and
Maria doesn't tell anyone, who knows how long I
could be kept a prisoner. What especially worried
me is that Maria had my wallet. She had a good reason
to keep me occupied while she spent my money. The
only people who could save me weren't likely going
to. Lori could tell them anything she wanted to
at work. I probably would just back up her story
when (and if) I ever returned.
Maria gently got down on her knees and looked me
squarely in the eye. Her big brown eyes were as
wide as an eight year old's on Christmas Day. She
pinched her nose, obviously an allusion to my pee-soaked
sheets, and slapped me with her tiny hand -- hard!
With my cash and cards in tow, Maria left with the
"DO NOT DISTURB SIGN" and put in on the
outside doorknob as she left. I started to sweat
until she returned a couple of hours later. It must
have been her lunch hour since she brought a brown
paper bag with her and a can of Pepsi. I heard her
behind me eating and watching television, "The
Jerry Springer Show."
The numbness in my shoulders and groin started to
turn into a throbbing pain again and I moaned through
my gag. In seconds, I felt Maria jump on the bed
and straddle my back, knocking the wind out of me.
She grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head
back. Cursing me in Spanish, she spit in my eye
and, taking the Twinkie in her left hand, she pushed
it into my face. The creme-filling went up into
my nostrils and I had a tough time breathing, but
managed to force the air out and maintain a clear
passage. Maria left me alone to finish her lunch
and her television show.
I realized at that point how hungry I was. The smell
of a Twinkie isn't exactly the kind that whets appetites,
but I hadn't eaten in 24 hours. Her sugary phlegm
started to dry on my right eye. That left me essentially
blind in one eye, albeit temporarily.
Just then the telephone rang and Maria nonchalantly
answered it. She spoke in Spanish but it sounded
like she was discussing money, my money I assumed.
Maria eventually left but returned at 5 o'clock
in her street clothes and a duffel bag. What a knockout
-- my cock throbbed again in salute to her exquisite
beauty. She wore tight denim jeans that simply made
love to her lithe body and little black ankle boots
that I've always adored. A tight yellow T-shirt
complete the ensemble, Maria's pert B cups standing
proudly. She pulled the powder blue scrunchie from
her hair and sat down in front of me, gently brushing
her lustrous brown mane. My chambermaid seductively
crossed her legs and let her right foot bounce and
wiggle in front of my upturned face. She just smiled
the whole time.
When she was satisfied with her hair she ripped
the tape from my mouth and the panties from my parched
lips. Before I could utter a sound she stuffed a
Twinkie in it. I hungrily wolfed it down. This followed
another then another, until finally, I had consumed
six Twinkies. I was now thirstier than I'd ever
been in my entire life.
"Wwwww.......agua, agua..." I croaked.
Maria moved behind me with the duffel bag and removed
the cock and ball harness, at least she tried to.
Unless my cock softened a bit, that just wasn't
about to happen. She went to the nightstand and
removed the Bible from the top drawer and brought
it over to me. Maria opened the book to the middle
and placed my testicles inside, then SLAMMED the
book shut.
"AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" I howled, like a
pathetic wounded animal on a desolate country road.
This apparently did the trick because both the harness
and ring slipped off and the circulation returned
to my manhood. That's when the real pain started.
The nightmare of numbness culminated in this ungodly
suffering and for five minutes I screamed into a
pillow that Maria pushed into my face. Then she
removed a gag from her duffel bag and inflated it
in my mouth until it stretched my jaw. It was hollow
in the middle and she threaded a clear tube through
it. The tube was four feet long and she let the
free end dangle on the floor.
My chambermaid let my tortured cock relax for about
a half hour until she slipped what seemed like a
condom over it. I would later find out that it was
a Texas catheter and she promptly slipped a 1 3/4
inch wide hose clamp over it, down to the base,
and tightened it. The free end of the tube was slipped
into the opening at the tip and she stepped back
to admire her handiwork.
Maria took a mini boom box out from her bag, placed
it on the dresser, and turned it on. A song from
a CD started to play; it was that song from The
Offspring called "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)."
Maria did a little dance for me and when the chorus
started, so did she.
"Give it to me, baby...Give it to me, baby,"
Maria sang along to the CD.
My cock started to swell and soon the hose clamp
was evilly biting down on the base of my organ.
I suddenly realized what Maria had done. I had no
choice but to pee into my own mouth and swallow.
As thirsty as I was, I don't think I would resist
anyway. I just hoped that the hose clamp wasn't
too constricting. It would surely prevent orgasms,
but if it prevented urination, then I was a dead
man.
Chapter 3
"Good night, Jason. See you tomorrow morning,"
my evil little chambermaid said to me in broken
English.
She put the "DO NOT DISTURB SIGN" back
on the doorknob and blew me a kiss. In a flash,
she was gone.
I would soon learn that the human waste recycling
apparatus that Maria set up was indeed workable.
The urine went from my bladder, traveled up the
tube, and down my throat. When my belly filled,
the process started over again. Although I caught
a few winks here and there, the next morning, when
Maria returned, I was both exhausted and queasy.
But I couldn't vomit, not unless I wanted to choke
to death.
Maria released the rope that bound my elbows, and
the feeling slowly rushed back into my shoulders.
I would need a chiropractor, definitely, and a doctor,
maybe, to tend to me. But I had more important and
immediate things to tend to, like how to explain
my absence from work the previous day.
Maria undid my hogtie and put the key to the handcuffs
on top of my wallet which lay on the nightstand.
She was dressed in her street clothes: a miniskirt,
and cowboy boots. Apparently it was her day off.
She kissed me on the head and with a simple "adios,"
left the room.
With great difficulty, I struggled to my feet. I
was weak and woozy from lack of nourishment and
fresh water but I somehow managed to free my hands.
Not surprisingly, my wallet had no cash, but my
ATM and credit cards remained. Like an idiot, I
wrote the PIN number for my bank cards (my maternal
grandfather's birthday) on the back of my Social
Security card.
I made a couple of telephone calls and soon discovered
that my bank account was cleared out and my credit
limit was reached, even on my Chevron account. I
wonder how Maria did that so quickly. That was $4000
in my checking and $2500 on my bank card. How would
I pay my rent? It was due the following week.
Luckily, Maria took care of my hotel bill and left
my clothes. I stumbled home, shaved and showered,
and wolfed down four scrambled eggs, four pieces
of wheat toast with butter, and a whole carafe of
Maxwell House. I somehow made it into work almost
two hours late.
"Jason, what happened to you? You look like
hell. Where were you yesterday?" my boss jumped
at me. Luckily, she looked more concerned than angry.
"Uuuhhh...food poisoning. I'm all right now,"
I told her.
"Nonsense," she said. "I'll have
the new girl drive you home. You're in no condition
to operate a car."
I hung my head. Five minutes later, Lori exited
the boss's office and approached me.
"C'mon lover, let's go home," Lori purred
as she winked at me.
I followed her to my car meekly and handed her my
keys. Lori looked around carefully and opened the
trunk.
"Surely you don't expect to ride in the car
with me, do you?" She didn't wait for a response.
"Get in."
Lori must have taken the scenic route because my
head was knocked silly. When we finally pulled into
my apartment's parking area, I was seeing double.
Lori opened the trunk and we walked to my door.
"Ladies first," I said.
THWACK! Lori slapped me hard across my cheek and
I saw stars.
"Sarcasm will get you nowhere, you little bitch,"
she hissed.
"I'm sorry," I humbly replied, and cast
my eyes downward, wondering what happened the the
sugar and spice side of her.
"Go run me a bath, bitch, and be quick about
it."
I followed her orders as she looked around my apartment
and basically made herself at home. I also tidied
up the bathroom for her.
"Your bath is ready."
THWACK! THWACK! This time Lori hit me across both
cheeks with the palm of each hand.
"Shouldn't that be, 'Your bath is ready Mistress?'"
Lori shot back.
I repeated the line correctly and she invited me
into the bathroom.
"Remove my pumps with your mouth, bitch. But
if you get teeth marks on the leather or any slut
saliva on it, your balls are mine...they're mine
anyway but if you disappoint me, I'll use them for
jewelry. Maybe I'll make you wear them as jewelry.
That would be ironic, wouldn't it?" Lori pondered.
She made it extremely difficult for me and didn't
cross her legs. I had to get down on my chest but
managed to get her 2½ inch heel between my lips.
With great difficulty, I pulled off her left shoe
without using my teeth and repeated the process
with the other.
Lori ran her black nylon-covered toes across my
face and over my lips.
"You think you're cute don't you, bitch? All
the little girlies at work probably fawn all over
you, don't they?"
I thought it was a rhetorical question and didn't
answer.
"I SAID DON'T THEY?!" Lori repeated, shoving
her entire left ped toward the back of my throat.
"Ymmmmmfffff...Mffffftrsss" was my muffled
reply.
Lori giggled and added "While I take my bath,
I want you to buy some decent food for this dump.
I took a look at your fridge and cupboards. All
crap! Junk food! I want you to buy some good food...and
some nice wine," she added.
"With all due respect, Mistress, I have no
money."
"Look, bitch, I noticed that nice watch in
your top dresser drawer. Pawn the damn thing and
go shopping for me."
Lori then slammed the bathroom door in my face and
turned on the bathroom radio, loudly, to a top 40
station.
"Damn, she found my good watch," I thought
to myself. "It was probably worth a grand but
how much could I pawn it for? Before Lori mentioned
it, I was considering it myself to pawn it for the
much-needed cash. But now I was going to have to
pawn it for her."
I had to drive about 20 minutes out of my way to
the pawn shop and made it back to my apartment with
the groceries in 90 minutes. I got $200 for the
watch and spent $100. I put a hundred dollar bill
in my sock, inside my shoe.
When I entered my apartment, Lori was on my couch
in my blue terry robe, brushing out her hair. She
was nude under the robe and had her legs crossed.
Her feet were elegantly pedicured. Her toes were
as lovely as her face. Lori was indeed lovely, but
oh, so cruel.
"I expect lunch on the table in an hour. Call
me when it's ready. Oh, and one more thing. I want
you totally nude when I return."
Lori then took my "Entertainment Weekly"
magazine from the coffee table and went into my
bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I disrobed, then made Lori a Chinese chicken salad
and opened a bottle of white wine for her. It felt
ridiculous cooking in the nude.
"Mmmmmmm...my compliments to the chef,"
Lori said, tasting her first morsel of broiled chicken.
"Oh, I almost forgot, bitch. Your lunch is
waiting for you in the bathroom."
Our eyes met. Lori had a an impish gleam in her
eye.
"It's in the tub. You get to drink my dirty
bathwater. Consider yourself lucky, bitch. It could
have been a lot worse."
I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I looked
down into the tub at the soapy, filmy water and
dipped my hand into it. It was about room temperature.
There must have been 20 gallons of water in the
tub. There was no way I could drink all of it. I
got down on my knees for a closer inspection. I
could also see stray hairs floating in the dirty
bathwater. Just then, I felt a sharp blow to the
back of my head. Lori had kicked me with her bare
foot.
"Get started, bitch. It should take you all
day and night, if you're lucky, that is. You better
be through by tomorrow morning though. If you're
not, then you don't get to go to work tomorrow,
and we all know how important your job is now that
you're broke. Oh, by the way, if I catch you cheating...like,
say, opening the drain...then you get to start from
square one. I like taking baths. Good luck and god
bless, and NO HANDS! Remember, you are not to leave
the bathroom until you are done," she added
as she cuffed my hands behind my back, her voice
dripping with cruelty.
I breathed in deeply. Lori must have had some bath
oils in her purse. It smelled of lilacs. I put my
lips to the water and took a sip. It was bitter,
but I continued until my knees ached and my neck
was stiff. For three hours I drank, got up, urinated
in the toilet, then immediately retreated to my
knees again, and repeated the process. I looked
down into the tub. It looked as though I hardly
made a dent. After another two hours Lori entered
the bathroom. She blindfolded me with one of her
dirty nylons while she tinkled in the toilet, then
removed it when she left. I sometimes heard her
in the other rooms of my apartment, but sometimes
it was quiet. At one point, I think she might have
left and returned to work. There were no clocks
in the bathroom, and Lori had already removed the
radio, so I really had no idea what time it was.
The bathroom was windowless as well.
I finally made some headway and it looked as though
I was halfway through my task when I heard what
I think was the front door opening. Minutes later,
Lori entered the bathroom.
"Hello bitch. I just came from a delicious
lobster dinner courtesy of that 100 dollar bill
that I found rolled up in your filthy sock. Our
boss thanks you as well, although she thinks that
I treated her. I think she's quite fond of me but
is losing patience with you."
Lori blindfolded me again, but this time it sounded
as though she was evacuating her bowels.
"So, bitch, how's it going? Now, you make sure
that you swallow all of my cute little hairs, okay?
If you don't, I may have some bigger things for
you to swallow."
With that admonition, I heard the toilet flush as
Lori removed my blindfold and closed the door behind
her. I shivered, but my cock jutted obscenely in
front of me and painfully stabbed the porcelain
tub wall.
I must have urinated a hundred times that day and
night, but I was beginning to see light at the end
of the tunnel. Only an inch or two remained when
Lori once again entered the bathroom. She looked
as though she slept for hours.
"Still not done yet, bitch? I'm having breakfast.
I expect to shower when I'm through. I expect an
empty tub...no hairs!"
I smelled coffee brewing, just what I needed to
urge me on. The tub was soon empty, only a few hairs
remained: some long ones from atop Lori's head,
some short and wiry from her pubic mound. My weary
tongue collected them all, then I stood up and walked
over to the sink. I ran the cold water, cupped my
hands, and in one mighty gulp, washed Lori's hairs
down my throat, coughing and gagging the whole time.
My Mistress' lovely visage soon appeared from behind
the door.
"Good bitch. Very good. You may go to the kitchen
and eat my leftovers while I shower. We have a busy
day of catch-up to do at work today. We don't want
to disappoint the boss lady now, do we? I hear that
you're already on her shit list."
Chapter 4
My Mistress Lori and I drove to work together. I
should say, she drove while I bounced around in
the trunk. I hardly got any sleep the previous three
days and had a long difficult day ahead of me. My
body and mind craved sleep but I had to muster up
some self-control.
Lori and I worked all morning in my office. I actually
shared an office with another woman, but she called
in sick that day. I was lucky enough to have a private
bathroom there, too. At least I thought I was lucky.
Lori would soon prove otherwise.
At around 12:30, we sent an intern out for lunch.
I ordered a tuna salad on rye and Lori ordered a
taco salad. When our order arrived, Lori promptly
took my sandwich and flushed it down the toilet,
right in front of the intern. He looked at us both
and just shook his head and left. I was starved
more than I was mortified. I cried real tears in
front of Lori and got down on my knees.
"Please, Mistress, I'm famished. I need food.
I can't stand it," I blabbered.
Lori planted her pert rump on my desk and crossed
her legs, letting her burgundy pump swing playfully
from her toes. She dug her fork into her salad and
put way too much lettuce, cheddar, and ground beef
into her mouth. With overstuffed cheeks, she mocked
me.
"Don't worry bitch, I'll make sure I leave
you over some tortilla chips. What are you so angry
about anyway? I paid for the damn tuna sandwich!"
Lori kept her word and let me have the chips. I
hungrily chewed and swallowed every last bit. I
even licked the salsa from the bottom of the plastic
bowl, while she watched, noisily slurping iced tea
from a jumbo-sized cup.
"Thirsty, bitch?" Lori said with a mischievous
glint in her eye.
"Yes, Mistress," I answered, with fear
in my voice.
"Good, follow me."
Lori led me into the bathroom where she showed me
a large box. It was apparently delivered when I
was otherwise engaged at the hotel.
"It's a portable toilet. Just some pieces of
plastic and chrome shipped discreetly from a medical
supply company. It shouldn't be very hard to assemble.
I think all you'll need is a Phillips screwdriver."
I think I understood what this all meant and meekly
began to assemble the toilet. Lori left my office
while I worked putting corner "A" into
slot "B." She returned just in time to
see the results of my handiwork. Lori brought a
paper shopping bag with her and lifted a very large
funnel from inside.
"You did say you were thirsty, didn't you my
pet?"
I nodded and Lori went behind me to cuff my hands.
She glanced toward the bathroom floor; there was
an area to the left of the real toilet big enough
for the portable. She set it down there and had
me get down on my back and slide underneath it.
Through the metal frame of the toilet, Lori placed
a blindfold across my eyes. She then placed the
pointed end of the funnel in my mouth and wedged
the flared end down into the metal frame; it was
a perfect fit. She lowered the seat and closed the
bathroom door.
Lori finally slid down her skirt and panties, and
sat down with a sigh. She leaned forward and opened
my fly. I was semi-erect.
"My, my, bitch. Aren't we randy today."
As she giggled, a steady stream of her urine splashed
into the funnel and hit the back of my throat. I
gagged, but kept my composure. Lori drank a lot
of tea that afternoon and I certainly felt it. It
was pungent, frothy, and filled my belly, but I
swallowed every last drop. I was overwhelmingly
bloated from my battle with the bathwater, but this
tasted rather pleasant compared to the dirty, soapy
water; warm and salty -- and it came straight from
the source. I didn't realize it at the time, but
Lori applied the harness to my privates as I was
indulging in her womanly nectar.
My cock grew as I drank and soon my poor organ felt
the evil bite once again.
Lori stood up and pulled up her panties and skirt.
She washed her hands and re-applied her makeup in
front of the mirror. She left the bathroom without
saying a word, shutting the light, and closing the
door behind her.
I lay there in darkness and silence for what must
have been an hour. My poor wrists were numb from
having to bear the brunt of my weight and my jaw
was sore from having to stretch around the funnel.
I soon heard the familiar click-clack of high heels
enter my office and approach the bathroom. But something
was wrong. It sounded like two sets of heels.
"Laying down on the job, huh Jason?"
"Oh my god," I thought. It was my boss'
voice, Ms. Hullaby. She was in her early 40's, a
tall redhead with a slender figure; a very nice
woman--or so I thought.
"Lori tells me that you have qualities that
weren't listed on your resume. Perhaps you'd like
to share them with me now," Ms. Hullaby said
in a gentle, but mocking tone.
I was silent.
"Bitch, answer the boss lady!" Lori interjected.
Muffled by the funnel, I replied in the affirmative.
"Good," Ms. Hullaby responded. "Excuse
me, Lori, I think I'd like to try out the new toilet."
Lori left and I heard my boss lift her dress and
lower her panties.
"I'm on the rag today. I hope you don't mind,
Jason."
Soon, Ms. Hullaby's special elixir was spiralled
downward through the funnel. It tasted different
than Lori's but I didn't waste a drop. My boss replaced
the used tampon with a fresh one and washed her
hands.
"Thank you Jason. Your career here at Henderson,
Frye, and Hullaby will definitely take a new direction.
You've heard of the glass ceiling? I think we've
just found the glass toilet."
Ms. Hullaby stepped out to speak to Lori. I heard
them on the other side of the door.
"I never would have suspected ole Jason as
a Bloody Mary kind of guy. I've always suspected
him as the Gin and Tonic type. Anyway, I spoke to
my lawyer and I think we can make a contractual
arrangement with Jason. I pay his debts and you
train him for me. When you're through, I get him
lock, stock, and barrel."
"And me?" Lori interjected.
"You get Jason's old job and salary. And I
get him at my constant beck and call. In fact, I
don't really care for the name Jason. I think I'll
re-christen him becky, since he'll be at my beck
and call, now and forever."
"Lovely. Don't worry Lisa. I understand what
you're looking for. I'll brake the old Jason and
rebuild him in the image that you have in mind.
When I'm done, his own mother won't recognize him.
I'll soon have him doing things that he wouldn't
even dare say aloud. As bad as he thinks things
are now for him, like they say, 'You ain't seen
nothin' yet!' He'll merely be becky, slave to Ms.
Lisa Hullaby--nothing more.
"Perfect. The two of you can live in my condo
in the city. I think you'll find everything you'll
need there and more. In fact, if you do a REALLY
GOOD job, I may even allow you to continue living
there at your current rent. That's almost a 400%
discount! My dear becky and I will just have to
make do in the 'burbs. I don't think it's what he
had in mind, though, of a white picket fence future."
The two women laughed heartily and Jason/becky knew
his fate was sealed.
The meeting at the lawyer's office lasted all of
twenty minutes. I was soon spirited away to Ms.
Hullaby's condo in the city. Lori was kind enough
to give me a tour. There was a wire cage on the
balcony, just large enough for a big canine, and
one in the master bedroom's large, walk-in closet.
There was another bedroom that was converted into
an office, and a third room, one that Lori called
a "playroom." There was also a living
room/dining room area and, of course, a kitchen.
Much of the condo, except for the two bathrooms,
kitchen, and playroom, was covered in thick white
carpeting.
Lori kindly explained the house rules to me.
"Rule number one: You are never to stand upright
while you are in this house, unless directly following
an order, like preparing my meals and cleaning up.
Rule number two: You are never to wear human clothing
while in this house.
Rule number three: You are never to sit on the furniture.
Rule number four: You are never to speak unless
directly ordered to answer a question.
Rule number five: You are never to eat human food
again. From now on, you will eat generic dog and
cat food, or whatever is on sale.
Rule number six: You are to carry out every order
with all expediency unless otherwise directed. Failure
to do so will be a severe testicular beating. You
will then be given a second chance. A second failure
on your part will result in an even more serious
scrotal punishment. I don't even want to tell you
what a third offense would entail."
After I stripped and got down on all fours, Lori
attached a two inch wide black leather dog collar
around my neck and locked it on with a silver padlock.
A small silver tag dangled from it and was engraved
with the following: "MY NAME IS BECKY. IF LOST,
PLEASE RETURN TO LISA HULLABY."
Lori cuffed my hands behind my back and had me shuffle
on my knees into the dog cage on the balcony. We
were on the 15th floor of the high-rise and I had
a lovely view of the city at night. However, Lori
failed to put a blanket down on the bottom of the
cage; as a result, the wire dug unmercifully into
my knees. It was a cool night, but it would soon
get colder. Lori left me there until morning, when
the temperature bottomed out at 50 degrees.
I was shivering when Lori released me in the morning.
"I trust you had a pleasant night's sleep,
my pet. I know I did."
Lori looked lovelier than I'd ever seen her. She
looked well-rested, happy, and glowing. She was
absolutely purring to me.
"Now becky, I'd like some breakfast. When you're
done, you may open up a can of Mighty Dog and put
it in the dog bowl that I've gotten for you, the
one with your name on it. Then you may join me for
breakfast, at my feet."
Lori unlocked my handcuffs and I painfully stood
up and stretched my aching joints. I prepared coffee,
fresh squeezed orange juice, bacon, two eggs-over-easy,
and biscuits for her and opened up a can of dog
food for myself. It looked horrible and smelled
even worse.
While the two of us enjoyed breakfast, Lori started
to mumble to herself.
"Damn pits. I don't like pits in my juice.
Damn it!"
Lori kicked me in the ribs with her bare foot.
"You'll pay for this, bitch!"
After breakfast, I cleaned up and joined Lori in
the playroom. She bent me over a padded horse and
shackled my wrists and ankles.
"I'll be right back, bitch. I have to change
and get my workout tape."
Lori returned ten minutes later, put a video cassette
into the VCR, and turned on the 35-inch television.
She looked absolutely dazzling in her aerobics outfit
and took my breath away. It was a two-piece, lime
green Lycra ensemble, with cute little yellow cotton
socks. On closer inspection, the socks were embroidered
above the ankle in red with Tweety and Sylvester;
only the cat was in the bird cage as the canary
fluttered above it. Lori also wore white Reeboks
and a lime green scrunchie to tie her hair back.
After a good 45 minute workout, Lori finished her
bottle of Evian and approached me.
"Time for your punishment, becky. You do know
why I'm going to punish you, don't you?"
"Yes Mistress," I responded. "Because
I inconsiderately allowed pits to fall into your
juice."
"Very good. There's hope for you yet."
Lori removed her Reeboks and her socks. They were
moist with perspiration, so she had to literally
peel them off.
"Open wide, bitch."
Lori stuffed both of her damp yellow socks into
my mouth and covered my lips with a strip of metallic
duct tape. I tasted her feet and my cock began to
twitch. She groaned mockingly at this sudden development
while she attached a parachute stretcher to my balls.
"Lets see if we can stretch these babies for
Ms. Hullaby. She mentioned something about wanting
them at about knee level," Lori said nonchalantly
while she poked at them with her index finger.
I shuddered at the thought and wondered if she was
serious.
Lori attached a short link of chain to the ring
at the end of the parachute and threaded it through
an O-ring that was screwed into the floor. I moaned
through my gag as she pulled out all the slack and
drew my sac painfully downward.
"I think five kicks should suffice, don't you
becky dear?"
She snapped her middle finger and thumb at my trapped
balls and I jumped, pulling them further away from
my body. I nodded wildly.
"I thought so...here goes..."
Lori stood back, took aim and THUMP! She landed
a direct hit to the center of my imprisoned sac
with the side of her left foot. I lunged forward
and felt like I nearly pulled my balls completely
off. On her second kick, I thought I would pass
out and on her third, she made a glancing blow to
the side of my left nut. I started to moan in earnest.
But it was on her fourth kick that I let out a muffled,
but blood- curdling scream. Lori landed an uppercut
with her toes and I saw stars. I actually thought
I did pass out because I suddenly saw Lori's face
in front of me. At first, I thought it was an angel.
But I blinked my eyes and realized that it only
looked like one. It was just Lori passing smelling
salts under my nose.
She patiently waited fifteen minutes before delivering
the final blow. Luckily, she missed her target completely,
and kicked me in the thigh, her toenail leaving
a deep red scratch.
"That ought to teach you a little more vigilance
with my breakfast. If I catch any more pits tomorrow
morning, your poor testes will pay even worse. Now
I'm going to remove your gag and I want you to thank
me, my pet."
Lori ripped off the tape and I winced. She pulled
off a considerable amount of facial hair since I
hadn't shaved for a few days. The yellow socks,
moist with Lori's foot sweat and my saliva, was
plucked from my mouth and I sucked in fresh air.
"Th,th,thank you Mistress. You surely didn't
deserve pits in your orange juice. I will be more
careful next time."
"You bet your balls, you'll be more careful
next time. Their very existence may depend on it."
It was the beginning of my first full day living
with Lori, and it wasn't even noon yet. I wondered
if I would survive.
Chapter 5
Lori left me shackled to the horse until well into
the afternoon. She went shopping with some spending
money that Ms. Hullaby graciously offered her. She
spent some on items that she deemed necessary to
train me, but I got the distinct feeling that she
spent much of it on herself. Lori returned hours
later carrying several bags from the local mall's
department stores. She entered the condo humming
happily to herself.
"Oh, my!" Lori exclaimed upon entering
the playroom. "You ARE well hung!"
I didn't know what she was talking about until she
described it to me.
"My pet, your balls are the size of grapefruits...ruby
red, juicy grapefruits. They must hurt something
awful."
Lori took her index finger and gently poked my left
nut. I let out a blood-curdling scream.
"WIMP! I see that a gag will have to be your
constant companion."
Lori slipped off one of her periwinkle espadrilles
and shoved it toe- first into my mouth. Her narrow
foot meant that I was able to gobble down nearly
half the shoe. She found a leather bootlace and
tied a knot in the middle of the shoe, right in
front of my lips. Lori took the two free ends and
tightly knotted them behind my head, wedging the
shoe deeper into my mouth which cut into the corners
of my lips.
"Now I better get something to cool the twins
down."
I sobbed softly in my restraints as my balls throbbed
in agony. I tasted the dirt and grime from the floor
of the mall on my tongue but could do nothing --
only swallow. However, the leather and the taste
of Lori's toes were heavenly. They gave me some
measure of satisfaction.
Lori returned with a rubber bag filled with ice
and another shoelace. I winced and jerked forward
when she pressed the cold pack against my bruised
scrotum but Lori just giggled girlishly. She took
the leather lace and tightly wound it around my
sac and tied a knot. This just served to intensify
the pain, since the parachute spreader was still
attached to my balls.
"I'm going to take a nice, long, soothing bath.
When I get back, I expect the family jewels will
have lost a little weight.
My sac was numb within minutes and within a half
hour, I felt a dull thump on the floor behind me.
I was very frightened and started to softly sob.
Lori returned to the playroom an hour later with
a pink cotton terry robe and her hair wrapped in
a pink towel turban.
"Oh my! What have we here? Bitch, I think you've
lost something. These must belong to you."
Lori bent down behind me and picked something up.
She brought it over in front of me. It was the parachute
and the ice bag.
"It seems your nuts got so frightened and cold
that they retreated into your body. I guess I'll
have to coax them back out."
Lori put on a latex surgical glove on her right
hand and put a small dollop of Ben Gay in the center
of her palm. My eyes went wild with fear as she
went back behind me and slowly stroked my cock.
They were short, slow, maddening strokes that gave
me virtually no pleasure but definitely put me in
the mood.
"I'm in the mood for love, simply because you're
near me. Funny, but when you're near me, I'm in
the mood for love."
Lori removed the glove and, with her thumb and index
finger, plucked my left testicle and wrapped a short
choke collar to it. She tightened the slack and
attached a 5 pound weight to the free end, letting
it drop and swing freely. I screamed into the espadrille
as Lori repeated the process with my right testicle.
She even swung the two weights at each other and
played them like Click Clacks.
"Well, my pet. You ARE due two meals per day,
but I think that I'll leave you like this until
morning as punishment for screwing up my juice.
But don't worry, I'll free you first thing in the
AM. After all, who else will prepare my breakfast?"
The last thing I saw was Lori giggling as she scurried
toward the door. She turned and blew me a kiss.
"Good night, my pet," Lori said before
she shut the light and closed the door.
I was alone for maybe two minutes when the pain
in my testicles subsided to dull ache. But the heat
in my cock nearly paralyzed me with pain. The espadrille
muffled my ear-piercing shrieks but I'm sure that
Lori heard me anyway. I tried desperately to shake
loose from my bonds but it was useless. Useless
AND painful, especially since the shackles cut into
my skin if I struggled even slightly. I was sure
to have scars on my wrists and ankles when this
ordeal was over. That is, IF it ever ended.
For over ten minutes, my penis felt as if it were
on fire. Even after most of the heat had extinguished,
it felt raw and tender -- almost as if it had been
skinned. My tears formed into a puddle on the floor
beneath my hanging head. I was drained and fell
asleep crying to myself.
At 8am, Lori released me and I prepared her breakfast.
My hands were unsteady as I worked the juicer. My
Mistress sat at the table eyeing every move that
I made. She looked simply beautiful, although she
wore no makeup and her hair fell wildly and loosely
about her shoulders. Lori wore an extra large men's
white T-shirt with no panties. This fact was made
obvious after she parted the blinds and sunlight
filled the dinette and shone through the thin cotton
fabric of her top.
"Becky, my pet. I think it may be a good idea
for you to swallow any and all pits that you find.
In fact, you should try that every day when you
squeeze my juice. It's a good way for you to remember
how much I despise them. Consider it a helpful hint."
I did as she said, but it wasn't easy. Swallowing
orange pits is bad enough, but on an empty stomach?
It wasn't as easy as it sounds.
I served Lori and proceeded to do the dishes from
the day before. They had stacked up while I was
chained to the horse.
"Becky, leave the dishes for now. I want you
to keep me company while I eat. Come here, under
the table at my feet."
I crawled under the table and waited on my knees.
Lori's slim feet and unvarnished toenails teased
me unmercifully. Her toes danced all over my face
while she ate her breakfast and read the morning
newspaper.
"Becky, I want you to suckle each of my toes
and give them a nice bath. Do a good job and I may
reward you. Do a bad job and...well, you know the
rest."
I eagerly complied and ran my tongue juicily over
and between each of Lori's adorable little piggies.
Then I took each one individually into my hot mouth
and gave each their own private tongue bath.
I was in heaven and my still-raw cock started to
respond. Lori was enjoying my homage to her feet
and her T-shirt started to slowly ride up her hips.
I couldn't help myself and glanced upward at her
pussy. It was such a quick glance that I hardly
saw anything, but Lori obviously caught me peeking.
She rammed the heel of her foot up into my nose.
At first, I thought she may have broken it when
I saw stars.
"You'll be all right. Here, hold this up against
your nose and tilt your head back," she said,
handing me the dirty dish rag. "I do hope you
realize that the punishment for what you just did
is quite severe. Peeping at a lady is one of the
worst things a slave could EVER do. But, believe
me, you've just peeped your last peep. When I'm
through with you, you'll never even think of looking
above a lady's kneecaps again. In fact, you'll be
too afraid to."
Lori brought my dog dish out and a can of chicken
and liver Alpo.
"To intensify your punishment, I'm going to
do something that normally you have to earn. I'm
going to allow you to masturbate to orgasm. Sounds
great, huh? HA! Do you realize how horrific last
night's punishment would have been had you not been
so hot for my bod? Lust absorbs much of the punishment.
When that desire is sated, all you'll feel is the
pain. Oh, becky, there will be pain, lots of P-A-I-N,"
Lori growled each letter into my ear.
Lori put the dish on the floor and had me kneel
in front of it.
"Okay lil doggie, put some hollandaise sauce
over that," she giggled.
My cock was still greasy from the Ben Gay and I
was fearful that rubbing it in would reactivate
the heat. But I complied and started to jerk off.
I stared at Lori's pretty ankles as she egged me
on.
"That's it bitch...bark...I wanna hear you
bark!"
When I hesitated, she kicked me in the ribs.
"ARF! ARF!"
Within seconds, a jet of pearly-white cream shot
out from the tip of my cock as I aimed at the dish
and grunted. Bullseye! A second shot, then a third
and fourth spewed all over the chicken and liver
slop. I squeezed my cock and pushed toward the head,
milking out every last drop.
"Good bitch, very good. Bon appetite."
Lori put her bare foot on top of my head and gently
eased it toward the bowl filled with the brown gunk
and white spunk. I flicked my tongue at my warm
jism and took a deep breath. I hadn't eaten in 24
hours and was hungry. The Alpo smelled vile but
I dug in, using my tongue to scoop up a clump dripping
with my seed. I chewed it several times and it finally
slid down my throat and I repeated the process.
My nose started to bleed again as I was eating and
it dripped into the bowl."
"Tasty, bitch? You might as well get used to
the taste of blood. You may be seeing a lot of it
soon."
Chapter 6
"Let's go, peeping tom. Crawl to the playroom
and wait for me," Lori ordered.
I waited on my hands and knees, silently, for a
half hour before Lori finally strolled in. She looked
devastatingly beautiful in a pair of blue jeans
that hugged every curve of her luscious figure and
a black and white T-shirt with "DON'T FUCK
WITH ME" emblazoned on the chest. She wore
Reeboks on her feet and her hair was tied back into
a ponytail.
Lori lowered a chain from a ceiling pulley. I never
noticed it before because I usually had my head
down in the playroom. At the end of the chain dangled
two cuffs that my hands were locked into. My feet
were then cuffed to a four foot spreader bar and
Lori cranked the winch until I stood on tiptoe.
I watched her walk over to a trunk in the corner
and retrieve a black burlap bag. She brought it
toward me and emptied its contents on the floor.
They were clothespins! Hundreds of them, in fact.
They were plastic and decorated in a rainbow of
colors.
"I wonder if there's enough slave flesh on
you to clamp all these little fellas onto. Well,
we shall soon see, won't we, bitch?"
I thought it was a rhetorical question and remained
silent. Lori slapped me across the face and I finally
answered.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Let's start with that useless tongue of yours."
I was forced to stick my tongue out as far as it
would go and Lori placed six all around the tip.
I could no longer put it back inside my mouth.
"I guess we should work on that other worthless
appendage. I'll have to soften it first, I see."
I looked down at my hard penis. That only meant
one thing. WHAP! Lori kicked me in my balls and
I swung in my bonds. But my cock started to wilt
and she began to place clothespins from the base
on the underside to just below the crown. The skin
just below the head is extremely sensitive and I
thought I would pass out from the pain. In fact,
I totally forgot about the pain in my scrotal sac.
As a finishing touch, Lori put one right on the
very tip of my cock, pinching my piss slit closed.
I was in unbridled agony as Lori got down on her
knees in front of me, a very unusual position for
her to be in. She placed more clothespins on the
skin between my anus and scrotum. Finally, she pinched
every available inch of loose skin on my sac and
covered it with a clothespin.
A sheen of sweat started to coat my body as Lori
placed six more clothespins on each nipple and the
area around them. She stood back to admire her handiwork.
"You look so handsome, becky...so colorful...so
festive. It's a pity that when I'm through with
your training program, your looks will be one of
the things that you'll unfortunately have to lose."
Lori put six more clothespins on both of my ears
and even put one over my nose, pinching my nostrils
shut. I could only breath through my mouth -- and
even that was difficult with my tongue in its current
predicament. As I moaned, she grabbed twenty more
and attached them to my armpit hair.
Lori moved very close to me and our eyes met. She
sensed my fear and giggled, then placed five more
on each of my eyebrows. As a finishing touch, she
put a clothespin on each of my eyelashes, which
effectively prevented me from opening my eyes.
"That should be enough...for now," she
added ominously. "I'm going to the movies.
Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, okay
bitch? By the way, I'm seeing 'The Thin Red Line.'
I hear it's a three hour film. I may join some friends
for drinks afterward. Don't wait up. Bye-bye."
In a flash, Lori shut the light and closed the door.
Only ten minutes passed until my calf muscles started
to feel the strain. But I had other pain to concentrate
on, or at least try to ignore. I prayed for her
swift return. The wait was unbearable.
When Lori returned home from the movie, she had
a surprise for me.
"Bitch, I'm going on a little vacation starting
tomorrow. I'm meeting my sister in Acapulco. She
just purchased a villa and I'm gonna help her break
it in for 14 fun-filled days."
A two week reprieve! I felt relieved.
"But that doesn't mean my power over you will
diminish. No sir-ee. I'm leaving you my sister's
new telephone number. Starting at midnight tomorrow
night, and every hour thereafter, I want you to
call up and leave a short message on her answering
machine. I want you to do this for 24 straight hours.
Don't think you can trick me, bitch. My sister's
digital machine is equipped with a time and date
recorder on it. There's no possible way to fool
the machine or deceive me. Get used to it, bitch.
I may have you do it often during my vacation."
I almost started to cry. That was indeed worse torture
than what I was currently experiencing.
"If you fail the assignment, I will use the
cane on your balls, whacking them once for every
hour you miss. If you pass out from the pain, I'll
do it all over again."
I really did start to cry.
"I'll free you in the morning. Good night,
bitch. Pleasant nightmares."
Lori once again shut the light and closed the door.
She had packing to do.
The next morning I brought my sore, torture-wracked
body into the kitchen to make Lori breakfast. She
seemed much happier than usual, even whistling while
she read the newspaper.
She called a cab and left without ever saying goodbye.
She just left me with a list of directions, things
to take care of around the condo while she was gone.
The first thing I did was take a nap. I would need
all the rest that I could get if I wanted to complete
Lori's sleep deprivation assignment. I didn't sleep
at all the night before, trussed up on my toes like
I was.
One hour later, the telephone rang, waking me up
from my slumber.
"Hello, bitch? It's your Mistress. Hope I haven't
woken you up," Lori said from the airport pay
phone, giggling all the while.
She called me again when she arrived in Mexico,
then again when she was settled in at the villa.
I was so sleepy, yet anxious to sleep. I was too
afraid of what she might to to my balls.
I finally managed to sneak in two hours of sleep.
Lori seemed to call me often during the day, telling
me how lovely her sister's place was. I started
my assignment right on schedule and called the number
that she gave me at 11:59pm. Lori's pre-recorded
voice answered.
"Hello bitch, I'm not in at the moment. I'm
out having some fun. At the sound of the tone, please
tell me how magnificent I am...BEEP!"
"Mmmmmistress Lori, you are the best lord and
master that a slave could ever have. I wish you
were here with me. I kiss the...BEEP!"
I only had ten seconds to record my message. I would
have to learn to be more concise with my thoughts
for next time. I just hoped to god that she wouldn't
hold it against me.
I called up the same number every hour on the hour,
leaving a ten second message. At 6am, I checked
in with Lori's machine, then tried to take a nap.
I set an alarm, but it was no use; I just couldn't
doze off.
It continued like this until the 23rd hour -- 11pm
the next day. I called the number as usual but on
the third ring, instead of the pre- recorded message,
Lori picked up the phone.
"Hello, bitch. Happy to hear from me?"
she said not too clearly. Her voice was a little
distorted.
"Yes, Mistress," I stammered.
"Guess where I am."
"Ummmm...."
"Rhetorical question, bitch. I'm calling from
a hot tub...in my bedroom. That's right. I'm reclining
in a soothing whirlpool and I have a bottle of Dom
Perignon with me and I'm talking on the speakerphone.
Doesn't that sound simply delicious? Yep, this is
the life. I could really get used to this. Now bitch,
I want you to listen carefully. I want you to get
a book for me from my bookshelf and bring it to
the phone."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Let's see, bring, uh, 'Exit to Eden.' No,
no, no. Make it the Stephen King book, 'Gerald's
Game.' Yeah, that's it. Bring it right back to the
phone."
"Yes, Mistress."
With bloodshot eyes, I wearily shuffled over to
Lori's bookcase and selected her hardcover copy
of "Gerald's Game."
"Mistress, I have it."
"Very good, bitch. Now I want you to read it
to me, cover to cover."
I let the words sink in.
"What's the matter bitch, didn't you hear me?
You'd better get started, it should take a few hours."
I couldn't believe my ears. I thought that I only
had an hour to go with Lori's sleep deprivation
assignment and now she wanted me to read to her
for the next several hours. I didn't know how I
would be able to do it.
"If you falter, bitch, I'll thrash your testicles
with the cane once for every page that you neglect
to read aloud. I mean it. Now begin."
I opened the book and began to read. Lori was still
finishing her first glass of champagne when I read
the first three pages. She had consumed the entire
bottle by the time I finished the first third of
the book. It was nearly 1am, and Lori giggled incessantly
during my read. She took a dry washcloth, wiped
the sweat from her forehead, and yawned.
That's the last I heard from her for the next three
hours. But I dared not interrupt my book recital;
I just continued hoarsely reading with a parched
throat and a dry tongue. I was too afraid to ask
permission to slake my thirst with a drink of water.
I finally finished the novel, without a further
peep out of Lori. I just figured that she abandoned
me, but I still didn't hang up. I finally fell asleep
at 4am on the floor with the phone receiver cradled
in my lap.
At 10am in the morning, I was awakened by a knock
on the front door. To my surprise, it was Ms. Hullaby.
"Jason, I've got a lot to tell you. Please
sit down...on the couch. I'm here to offer you your
old job back," she said, holding my hands.
I was stunned.
"It seems that Lori has been embezzling funds
from my company and used it to buy some Mexican
property. She wasn't planning to return."
I finally spoke up.
"Did you have her arrested? Are they sending
her back to the states?"
"No, Jason. It seems that Lori celebrated a
little too much last night. The authorities found
her nude body at the bottom of her jacuzzi. Between
her elevated blood alcohol level and the heat from
the water, Lori passed out, drowning herself in
the process."
I looked up at Ms. Hullaby.
"So that's it?"
"That's it, Jason. Ding, dong."
I smiled.
"If you want to do something right, you've
got to do it yourself," she added.
I smiled again.
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