The first thing I did the next morning was take a shower, just like every morning.

The first thing I did the next morning was take a shower, just like every morning. I had some breakfast, then went through the girl s things. All she had with her was clothes and a purse. The purse was very small. I looked through it. She had a cell phone, condoms and a wallet, and some receipts from various clothing stores. Looking through her wallet, I discovered two things. The first is that she’s broke, and the second is that her name is Sandra Dimas Howler. I find both facts humorous. She does howl, after all.

Nothing in there is important, so I take her phone and leave the rest on my table. I walk into the room and shut the door, turning to find her asleep. She’s still spread eagle, but she doesn’t have much a choice in the matter with those cuffs keeping her that way. Checking the bed pan, I see she’s released her waste some time in the night. I remove it, which wakens her. Immediately, she begins screaming her lungs out, telling me to release her. I dispose of her waste in the conjoined bathroom. When I enter back into the room, she get’s louder. I replace the bed pan, and land a strong back-hand across her face. The left side of her face becomes immediately red, and is darkening. She quiets down. “Good morning, how are you?”, I ask. She replies with more screaming, so I backhand her again. “I asked you a question. Answer it. You’re in no position to make demands and your wailing will earn you nothing more than pain.”

She hesitates, but replies, ‘Bad. My breasts are very sore and I’m dirty. Oh, and I was raped last night.”

“That’s the will I saw in you last night. Good answer. Your breasts will be sore after last night, duh. You’re dirty because you pissed yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that soon enough. Your rape was your first taste of actual kink. Did you lie to me about your interest in kink? Did you not enjoy last night?” She didn’t immediately answer. She was probably trying to think of what I wanted to hear. “Don’t lie. Your punishments will be more severe if I discover you ever lie, or if you ever disobey me. Tell me the truth, even if you think I won’t want to hear it.”

She seemed very embarrassed, but answered me, “I enjoyed being tied up, and tied to that contraption. I even kind of enjoyed when you put my breasts in it. I didn’t mind the pain too much, but then it felt like you were trying to squish my breasts off. I didn’t enjoy anything after that point. I’m honestly interested in kinky sex, but not rape or extreme pain.”

Create your FREE profile and meet horny housewives at Lonely Cheating Wives! “Good, I like honesty. I’ll reward your honesty by sedating you before I operate.” That statement was followed by a long series of questions from her, but I was ignoring her and preparing the sedative. When I reappear with a syringe full of a clear liquid, she begins thrashing about, attempting to escape, no doubt. I simply inject it into her wrist, which is still bound and easy to get to. “Give me some of that wonderful head, or I’ll add a surgery to the list, and remove your tits while you’re out.” I shoved my dick towards her face, and told her she better make me cum. She’s really good at giving head, and she manages to get me off before she goes under.

When she wakes up, she’s in the same bed, cleaner, and completely aware. I injected her with a counter agent to the sedative I used so that she would be able to comprehend what I tell her in it’s entirety. She simply looked at me, waiting for an explanation. Not quite what I expected, but it’s certainly easier this way.

“Don’t say a word until I tell you it’s alright, and it’s very important you follow this order. You’ll discover why either when you speak, or after I’ve told you. The wiser move is the former.” She remains quiet. “I’m not certain how knowledgeable you are, so I’ll keep it in laymen’s terms.”

She fidgeted, but seemed to be heeding my advice about not speaking, so I continued, “The first surgery I performed on you was to remove most of your uterus, so that you will never again have a cycle, nor will you be able to become pregnant…”

She immediately cut me off, looking as though to chastize me for ruining her future. However, in the midst of her words, I pressed a button on the small device in my hand. Her word were cut off. She went rigid, paused for a moment looking surprised and horrified, staring down at her clitoris. She breathed very deeply, and let out a loud scream. After a total of ten seconds she stopped, but continued to stare at her clitoris. She looked at and began to yell at me, but then I pressed the button, and the same thing happened. After this ten seconds, she looked back at me, but said nothing.

“Are you finished?” I asked her. She continued looking at me, saying nothing. “Good. I suppose I’ll tell you about that surgery, as you disobeyed me and spoke out of turn, bringing it to the forefront of your attention as well as mine. I’ve implanted a small device into your clitoris. It’s not big enough for you to feel it while it’s inactive, and it’s activated from only this key chain.” I showed her the device in my hand, which looked exactly like a remote car starter. “When I press this button, the device in your clit shocks you severely. In fact, the only reason the shock isn’t lethal is because it doesn’t last long enough. It lasts exactly long enough that it doesn’t permanently damage anything, yet the pain… well, you should know.”

I sit back in my chair and relax a bit. “That’s only how you count the number of times you disobey me, though. The true nature of this device is, in fact, a lethal one. The device has a counter onboard it, and when it shocks you a certain number of times it releases an undetectable neural toxin. In addition to causing some pain, the toxin will kill you. In addition, when it releases that toxin, it will explode. This may destroy your clitoris but the device itself will deteriorate into it’s constituent elements, which are elements normally found in burn wounds. The wound it leaves may be an oddity, something the coroner will find fascinating. However, there will be no evidence the device was ever there. It has a number of charges somewhere between one and one hundred. You’ve already determined it has at least three. I wouldn’t recommend disobeying me ever again, because you may learn, for a few excruciating seconds, how many it did have.”

Her face was beautiful. It displayed an assortment of fear, lingering pain from the shocks she experienced, disbelief, and depression. Most importantly, I could see that she understood her position.

“Now, on to the other surgeries. I removed some of the width of your vagina. It will be tighter, and more pleasing to me. I also aggravated your asphincter and rectum to induce muscle growth and increased sensitivity.” With this, I reached between her legs and touched her asshole. She yelped and jumped, looking at me, shocked. I smiled, “Do you see how my mere touch felt somewhat painful? Of course, bowel movements will be even less pleasant, but that’s not the reason I did that. You said you’d never been fucked in the ass. When I do decide to take your ass, I want it to be very painful for you. That’s why it’s fun, after all. Well, that, and it’s tighter than your vagina. Sure, I tightened your vagina, but I tightened your ass, too. Your future is very appealing, no? Also, you’ll find the only place on your body that grows hair any more is your head.”

She didn’t say a word. “I give you permission to speak, now, but only in a civil tone. If I feel you’re not taking to your role as my slave, I won’t hesitate to use my button. Oh, one more thing before I listen to you; That device is very stable. I could bludgeon your cunt with a 2×4 for days before it would take any damage. Speaking of damaging your vagina, guess what today’s activity will be. That’s an order.” Of course she wouldn’t immediately answer me. Her shock is understandable. After about a minute of silence, though, I showed her the button. That got her talking.

“Are you going to bludgeon my vagina with a 2×4?”, she asked fearfully.

I laughed, “No, but I may chose to some day. I’ve never done that before. I’m going to unstrap you. Remember to do everything I tell you, and don’t try to escape. It may be the last thing you ever do.”

I unstrapped her, and she was as calm as she could be until I unstrapped her legs. She jumped up and grabbed at my hands. Of course I expected she might try something like that, so I pressed the button. She froze in place, took a deep breath, and grabbed her mound while screaming and falling to the floor. She writhed on the floor, then stopped after ten seconds. She sat on the floor, legs apart and bent at the knee, staring at her clitoris. She prodded it a few times, but didn’t seem to satisfy her at all. I could see she was crying. “Well, It has at least one charge left before it kills you. Do you want to continue discovering how many charges it has, or will you obey me?”

“I’ll obey you.”

“Good, follow me.” I took her to the room we were in the other night. It’s been three days for me, but she was asleep for a night and then about 48 hours. I tied her arms behind her back and strapped her knees onto the rollers again. She was crying the whole time, but she’ll eventually learn to accept my authority better than even willing slaves.

“Lean forward so that your tits are between the bars like the other night.” She did it slowly, but she did it without complaining, unless crying counts. I tightened the bars as tight as they were the other night. Then she looked pitifully up at me and spoke, “Are you going to stab my breasts like you did?”