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Pt.2
I wish you could have seen the look of panic and anger and fear and back to anger on little ken doll’s face when he awoke! It was precious!
There was little he could do however.
I had cleaned the beer cans and half-eaten ancient pizza from his coffee table and tied him across it, arms wide apart and cuffed to the legs, his ankles cuffed and tied up so that his knees hovered above the trash and laundry strewn floor. I had set a camera up behind him on a tripod and was filming. He had been fitted with a chastity device and I had locked a collar about his neck. My dirty, sweaty socks were shoved into his mouth taping it closed and an inflatable butt plug was inserted into his ass.
“So you like to whistle at women? And catcall them? Is this what you’ve been hoping would happen? How do my sweaty gross running socks taste? Hahahaha good huh?”
I took my stinky old running shoe and tied it to his face with the laces so that every breathe through his nose would cause him to inhale my heavenly scent. Then I thought better of it and wound duct tape around and around his head and my shoe holding it firmly in place.
“I think it’s your testicles that are to blame for your horrible behavior and your deplorable attitude toward women. Maybe I should cut them off?” I showed him the turkey shears I had with me, opening and closing it menacingly while laughing in his face watching him writhe in terror, laughing all the while.
Behind him I took his balls and pulled on them asking him if he was ready. Squeezing tight the skin above his balls I placed the shears against the taut mess of chicken skin and curly hair. Yuck. Grinning into the camera “One….two….three….” SNIP! He screamed through the socks and shoe and duct tape. Of course I didn’t cut his balls off, as much as I’d like to, but it was fun to tease him.
“Oh my god! So much blood! I really didn’t think there’d be this much blood!”
I swear, he passed right out, hilarious!
I spent some time exploring his apartment, looking through his things until he regained consciousness. I copied his contacts, took any information I thought might come in handy.
I was in a mission to make this idiot into a decent member of the human race that respected women, feared them even, so I needed as much information on him as I could get.
My captive was starting to come around.
It sounded like he was trying to say “you fucking bitch” in between tears, but it came across as “ooh uh-ing ih” gurgle gurgle gurgle. Haha.
“That’s no way to talk to the woman that liberated you from your shitty behaviour! Obviously you haven’t learned your lesson!”
Oh how he screamed!
I stood behind him and drew back my foot before kicking him hard in the balls. He arched, turned purple before bursting into tears.
I removed a crop from my bag and took to beating his testicles until I thought he’d pass out again.
Weights and clips were attached to his nuts.
I took a dildo harness and cock from my bag and mounted it on his upper back, strapping it onto him just like I fasten it usually to my waist and thighs before mounting him and feeding the dildo inside me.
I squeezed the bulb attached to the butt plug until I’m sure he felt like he needed to poo then proceeded to ride the cock I’d mounted on his back. It was fabulous. I rode it ferociously and came hard, collapsing in a sweaty mess upon my prey.
Dismounting I cautioned him.
“I’m going to ungag you soon. I didn’t castrate you but I’d like to. Your cock is locked inside a chastity device however and a friend of mine is on the way to take the key. Will you behave when I ungag you? If you scream I’ll leave you like this. When I untie you and you act violently I’ll put the video I made of you on YouTube. As it stands I am going to put the film on my clip store to financially compensate myself for the emotional impact of you whistling at me.
The chastity device stays on too.
I want daily photos of you holding a newspaper with that day’s date clearly visible by your little caged clitty. If you behave and play along you’ll be released. If you misbehave bad things will happen to you.
My plan is to reintegrate you into society as a decent human being that respects women. You’ll be watched. I have spies everywhere and they have your information. I am part of an international organization of dominant females. Our power is far reaching. If you misbehave you’ll be taken and rigorously trained. Branded and tattooed as property and sold to wealthy powerful women in far off lands”.
The buzzer rang, I let my friend in and after she had gotten to inspect my handiwork she giggled and left.
I unwrapped his head and removed my shoe. The socks were gross and his face was a mess of drool and tears. How different he looked than when we’d met! Gone was the cocky arrogance replaced by a blubbering man-baby.
“Are you going to behave?”
“Y..yeah…”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Y..yes M..m..mistress”
“Good boy, that’s better”
I deflated the plug and pinched his nose, shoving the shitty dick into his mouth while he struggled.
“Suck it clean! I’ll leave you here like this otherwise, your door unlocked. I’ll write your address on the wall of every men’s room at every truck stop from here to Timbuctoo. Is that what you want? Didn’t think so. That’s a good boy. Suck it clean. I’m going to unlock your collar also. Remember my words or you’ll wind up with a collar welded about your neck permanently”
I had him kneel before me after I untied him. I gave him the number I wanted him to text his daily chastity dick pic to.
“Your name is now Slave k until I can be satisfied that I can be proud of you. Understood?”
He nodded.
“YES MISTRESS!”
“Y…es M….is…ss..tress
"Good boy!”
I turned around, took my bag and left him quivering and naked kneeling behind me