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PART III
After the mind-blowing events of Thursday night, I was a completely drained individual. When my alarm went off Friday morning, I could barely drag my red ass out of bed. Forcing myself into the shower was no easy task. My entire midsection was sore. My backside was bright red, with a pair of silver dollar-sized welts on the tip of each bun. The redness extended to my thighs. It was so bad I was unable to sleep on my back, as I was accustomed to doing. My groin was still feeling the effects of Miss Pamela as well. My balls were swollen and slightly discolored, mostly from her finger-flicking, and my penis was sore from when she stepped on it with her entire weight. To top it off, it burned when I urinated. I surmised this was because I came so hard last night that too much semen had shot through my urethra at once. Miss Pamela had made me cum so hard that the ducts of my inner penis couldn’t accommodate the floor of jism from my balls.
Despite it all, once I ran my privates under the shower that morning, my cock quickly grew to its modest fullness. Thoughts about my dominant blonde-haired blue-eyed mistress began to creep into my brain. I imagined her washing her firm and delicate naked body this morning. Then I imagined her drying off and pulling her French-cut panties up over her snug little thighs - pulling them nice and high with a sense of pride and purpose. I imagined when she dressed herself, she smiled in the mirror knowingly, thinking about the way she so easily controlled me with nothing more than her perfect little vagina, along with a superior mind. The thing was - she didn't even have to do anything with her pussy. Its mere presence turned me into a slobbering puppet so readily manipulated by her devious slender hands.
I arrived late to work. Miss Pamela was already in the cube across from me, the usual picture of composure, doing work. As I put my things down and prepared to sit down, I looked across at her. She wore beautiful blue jeans in observance of "casual Friday.” They hugged her curves wonderfully. There’s something about the way jeans wrap around a young in-shape woman's midsection. Her little rosebud protruded ever so slightly in the front of her expensive jeans as if to remind me of my place. Despite the travails of last night, I was instantly aroused. To sit on my sore bottom required a great deal of ginger care. I heard a snicker from her, but by the time I turned around she was typing away on the computer.
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I have sharpened the first two chapters and added three additional chapters. For fans of Femdom humiliation, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed. Part III details Rick’s humiliation at the hands of five women. In Part IV, Rick’s supervision is turned over to the beautiful and creative 18 year old Princess Katie. Then in Part V, Miss Pamela and Princess Katie team up to put Rick in his place once and for all.
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