Strictly Evil
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
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."
