“Again!” as he slapped both breasts
“I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY!” OWWW! As Mike grabbed both breasts and squeezed
“Focus on your task toy, say it again.” Mike almost growled. He loved having these breasts in his hands, knowing he and he alone was the cause of their agony and their release from agony. It was intoxicating.
“I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY!” Sally started to cry
“Come on, bitch one more time,” Mike slapped both boob in unison for some added encouragement.
“I AM SIR’S FUCKTOY” and Sally started to fall to the ground and cry. Before she got to the floor, Mike caught her and pulled her to his chest and let her tears get his shirt wet.
“Shhhh, you did so good, my lovely. So good. Come let’s sit on the bed.” Mike half carried her to the bed, and pulled her down onto his lap and started wiping her eyes. “What’s wrong? Shhhh, Can you stop crying and tell me what’s wrong?”
Sally was an emotional wreck, the thoughts from the previous night just all came out in a jumble. “I-I-I don’t know why you are doing this I don’t want to be your toy, you are just going to kill me, so I don’t go to the police. You cannot keep me here forever I have to go to work tomorrow or people will wonder where I am, I have seen your face so you have to kill me.” Sally put her face in her hands and cried again. “I don’t want to die, not like this.” What she said did not seem to be in any particular order, and it was not even what she really wanted to say, but it was some of it. It was too hard to keep her thoughts straight when he kept changing things up on her.
Mike took her hands from her face while talking to her. “Oh my sweet bitch, I am not going to kill you. I’m not. You really put a lot of thought into that didn’t you? No, no. You are far too valuable to kill, and much to pretty. I am doing all this so you know how to please me. That way you don’t get into trouble so much. It is just the beginning that is so hard, and I know it is because you have not had time to get to know my wants and desires, but you will learn. You are right you do have to go to work tomorrow and so do I, but we will talk about that later, let’s eat, okay?”
Sally realized she was starving, and was a little reassured that he was not going to kill her, but the rest of it sounded very ominous. Mike grabbed Sally’s hand and led her to the kitchen.
“Just stand out of my way and look pretty okay?”
“Yes, Sir”
“Good Girl, now do you want eggs and toast, french toast, pancakes or even oatmeal? I will make whatever you want.”
“French toast, please, Sir.”
Sally thought about running for the door but every time it seemed she really considered it, he would look at her, study her, question her with just his eyes, and she would drop her head every time, defeated. She watched as he cooked, and in a short time there was a plate of french toast he had the syrup and butter waiting on counter.
“Come.” Sally came and he handed her the plate of food. “Do not drop it, put it at my place and come back for the butter and the syrup.” Sally walked to the table leaving Mike in the kitchen. Could she make it if she ran? She was trembling as she put the plate on the table. “Come, bitch!” the tone was a bit sharper as if he could read her thoughts. She came back at a trot, nervous that he could see through her.
“You cannot escape. If you try you will be punished, understand? Mike held her chin in his hand and looked her in the eye while making her look him in the eye. “Do you understand, bitch?”
“Yes, Sir. I do, I do.” How did he do that she wondered. How could he possibly know what she was thinking?
“Good. Grab the butter and syrup; I will get the silverware, and other things.” Mike grabbed what he needed and came up behind her as she reached the table and placed the butter and syrup near the plate. “Go grab your chair and bring it here next to me on my right side.” When she returned with her chair he continued to instruct her. “Sit, arms at your side.” Sally did so wondering what exactly was going on. Mike pulled out some twine he had found in the kitchen and proceeded to tie her hands behind the chair, first the left was attached to the left leg then the right to the right leg. Sally was confused, but did not want to anger him. Mike pushed her chair in watching her boobs bob up and down hanging out of the shirt as he moved her, and happy they belonged to him now. He sat beside her, buttered the toast and put syrup to the side to dip the toast in and cut a small bite.
“Open up, bitch. I am going to feed you breakfast. I want you to learn that you are mine and I can do what I want with you. Open.” And Sally opened her mouth, confused and no knowing what to think. She pulled on her restraints, and Mike noticed. He looked at her, shook his head and leaned over. What happened next causedSally to wiggle and struggle to no avail. Mike took her left nipple in his mouth and bit down. Gently then gradually more and more pressure till Sally was begging him. “Please, Sir I will sit still, please stop, it hurts.
Mike stopped sat up a little and looked at Sally in the eye. “Prove to me you are going to be better. Sit as still as you can and be as quiet as you can while I make sure your nipples match.” And Mike bent over and placed the right nipple in his mouth repeating the gradual application of pressure. Sally, for her part, tried at first to be much quieter and sit still, but Mike expertly applied pressure till she caved and cried out.
Mike sat up and gave each breast one firm slap on the top. “That is for interrupting our meal time, now let’s eat in quiet. Sally remained compliant throughout the meal. Mike fed himself as well as her. He gave her water through a straw, taking care that she had small bites so she would not choke. When breakfast was finished he picked up the dishes and did them leaving Sally sitting alone and still tied up at the dining table.
Mike came in front of the chair where Sally sat and squatted in front of her. “Today I expect obedience, as I always will. I will hurt you to punish you, and for my pleasure, you will thank me for any attentions you receive or are allowed to give me, Do you understand?”
“Yes” Sally whispered.
“Yes?” Mike paused obviously expecting something.
“Yes, Sir! I understand.”
“Ahh such a good girl.” Mike untied her wrists from the chair, and putting her hands in his pulled her up quickly, so quickly that Sally almost lost her balance.
Mike led her into the living room, and positioned her facing the couch. “Position two” Sally immediately knelt as instructed. Mike not losing a minute took more twine from his pocket that he had found in the kitchen and knelt behind her. “I am warning you, because I am being nice, do not resist me, understand?”
“Yes Sir. I will not resist.” Sally was a bit on edge yet again. What was he going to do? Then she felt him pull her ankles as close as they could be, and tied them together looping the twine around both ankles time and again and pulled it through the middle of the ankles. After doing this a few times to secure the tie, he reached and guided her right hand down over the small of her back and while holding it there with one hand he reached up and brought the other hand down. Then he took the string and started tying her hands in much the same way her ankles were tied and made sure they were secure. He pulled them down as close to her ankles as he could get causing her back to curve and her boobs to be pushed out on display, which was the point of this particular position. He tied a final knot and patted her bum.