Strictly Evil
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
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.
THE END
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