Men were easy. And on the rare occasion that they weren’t, there existed that fine powder which could be added to a glass of wine to make the male as easy as Kim-Lee pleased.
Seven o’clock sharp obviously had little meaning to Adrian. So out came the wine (who knew “Arsenic and Old Lace” could be such an inspiration?). Took her forever to manipulate his slumbering body down the stairway, but the tying went quickly enough.
By two in the morning, Adrian was nestled in the basement. Wrists secured behind his back, naked body fully exposed for her taunts, her new little toy slept along peacefully.
Kim left him there to awake in the morning with a panic. Needing her was the first lesson.
He awoke trapped, his mind still whirling from the effects of that especially mixed drink. He remembered dinner, and the way Kim smiled as the dark fog of unconsciousness grabbed him. But why? He couldn’t begin to fathom. Adrian’s wrists were bound behind his back, his ankles shackled to one another with a length of chain. The woman had been very keen on his bondage; there was no escape.
The morning was spent howling in anger, demanding to be set free, but no answer returned his cries. Finally the anger was washed away by insistent pleading. By noon, a stoic silence replaced the pleadings. He would simply have to wait for her, what use was it demanding things when he was the one in chains?
Noon, and the door finally opened. Tiny footsteps down the stairs. There she was, a breakfast tray in her hands.
“Good morning, my bitch,” as if the sight of Adrian’s helplessness warmed her heart.
“What the hell are you thinking?!” Adrian bellowed.
Unfazed, the little oriental woman set the tray down, inches from his reach. “Now bitch, isn’t that tone a little harsh? Look at yourself – and think. Do you really want to piss me off?”
There was something formidable in her words. Her very presence seemed to humble him. The way she stood in that long black lycra skirt, so clingy to her shapely frame. She looked so neat, so perfect. His exposed and bonded body seemed so dirty in front of her. Adrian found himself nodding in agreement, “No, I don’t want to make you angry.”
Her smile disarmed him, “good, then I suppose you want to know why you’re down here?” Stepping behind him, she seated herself on the couch, crossed her legs, revealing strappy heels and succulent painted toes. "Last night, you were late for dinner – again.” Before he could explain, she continued, “there is no excuse good enough, bitch. I expect you to obey me – when I give a time, when I want something, when I tell you something, I expect it done.”
“But Kim, I –“ she rose suddenly, slapping him.
“Were you told to speak?” she challenged.
Adrian’s jaw tightened, furious at her action.
“While you are down here, you obey completely,” letting the words settle in, she looked down at him, “Are you upset?”
“You hit me.”
Kim’s tone softened, “Bitch, you weren’t listening to me. Not hearing me. This is important, and I want you to learn.”
He was always a sucker for her sweetness, “I’ll listen…”
“That’s all I wanted,” giving her slave puppy dogs eyes, she moved closer.
Her fingers touched his chest, sliding down, “I want you to learn to do things I like.” Adrian nodded as her hand reached his prick. Slowly, Kim petted him, making his cock grow as if on command. Gradually, she began stroking, pumping, manipulating his cock till it twitched in her palms.
Her lips whispered to him as she worked, “you’re mind now. My little bitch. Your cock, and your mind will both be under my control. Broken for me, until you worship me.”
Kim’s hand jacked him harder, demanding that he cum. Perhaps because of his hazy mind, he found himself liking it. Adrian thought, in the end, it was a cute little game she had cooked up. They’d have to do it again sometime. And of course he’d cum for her – she knew he couldn’t resist her handjobs.
She let go the second he shot, leaving his cock spent and unstimulated. Kim stepped back, letting his cock shrivel a bit, until it was a flaccid heap between his legs.
Adrian realized that in all the commotion, he hadn’t really inventoried the tray; else he would have wondered what the little device was.
Wordlessly, Kim showed him what she had picked up. A metal tube, fashioned onto a single handcuff. Before he could inquire, her hands returned to his cock, sliding it on the shaft, locking the cuff around his balls.
“What the –“
“It’s a chastity belt. You don’t cum unless I say.”
Just as he began to bellow his regard of her contraption, Kim pushed the tray within his reach and headed for the stairs, “I’ll be back later on.”
Adrian’s stomach growled as he bid his time. She had neglected to include silverware with his meal. Even odder, the food was in a metal bowl rather than a plate. Finally sinking down in front of it, Adrian remembered that a fork wouldn’t have helped anyway, as his hands were still clasped behind his back.
The longer he waited, the more tempting the meal became. The hungrier he got, the less inhibited he felt, until he lowered his head to the bowl. It was a messy affair, trying to use his tongue to pull the food into his mouth, but after a few tries he figured it out… he would simply have to push his mouth into the bowl, eating from it like a dog.
When his appetite was quenched, he sat back, feeling the mess on his face, and staring at the bowl in utter humiliation at what he had done. It was then that he saw something written on the side. Nudging the bowl with his head, the word became clear, “Bitch”.
Exactly what she had kept calling him… exactly the bowl he would be fed out of henceforth.
Hours later, the door opened.
Glancing at the bowl as she passed, “did you like the meal?”
He didn’t respond. He felt dirty and nasty and she was the one who made him that way.
“I thought you’d like it. I had your name put on it, so you’d know it was all yours.” She laughed wickedly, setting down her bag.
“My name isn’t bitch.”
“Oh Adrian, I know. But I think it fits.” She was only halfheartedly listening to him, seeming more preoccupied with turning on the television and loading something into the VCR. “Since you’ve had such a rough day, I thought you’d like to see something nice.”
As if he were a toy, she pushed him to the table, propping his chest with a pillow so he could see the television.
“What is it?”
Happy to have him responding, she got to her knees, leaning against him almost lovingly, “it’s something you’ve wanted to see for a long time.”
The closeness of her body felt so good. Her hand reached down, unlocking him, and Adrian felt the anger seep away again.
“It’s something I recorded.” With that, she pushed play. A view of the neighbor’s bedroom window. Adrian’s blood ran cold. Their busty blonde neighbor – how could she have known?
Although he had never really spoken with the woman, he certainly enjoyed her. That grabbable ass and those buoyant breasts – how he would always find some reason to be at a window whenever he caught her sunbathing…
As if the idea of incrimination wasn’t enough, the woman appeared in the window. Adrian blushed, “Kim, I don’t even know her. I—“
“Oh, here. This is where it gets good,” her voice sounded excited, easing Adrian’s mind.
There was a man with the blonde. A nearly rabid man, it seemed. Without any hesitation, he was yanking down the straps of her bra, putting those breasts in full view of the camera. Adrian’s cock throbbed awake as he watched the woman’s head go back in a breathy moan.
Kim let him watch uninterrupted as the blonde was completely disrobed and bent over in order to receive the man.
Finally, she spoke, “So you like seeing her get fucked?”
Adrian wasn’t sure how to answer, but the stiffness of his prick was a good enough indication.
Suddenly a belt stung at his ass, “You do not become erect for other women.” Kim demanded, bringing the belt back to his ass again and again.
It became a challenge of wills. He thought he could tolerate the pain that flamed across his ass, thought he’d shower her that he could not be broken to her specifications. But as the man’s cock jammed into the blonde’s eager snatch, the pain began to outweigh her beauty.
“Your cock will obey only me. It belongs to me,” she continued chanting as she beat his, until his body found solace in her words, and the stiffness relented.
His entire body ached, he could feel the welts criss-crossing his reddened ass. Kim’s hand grabbed the fleshiness of his once erect cock, “You will not get hard for another woman, because your cock wants only me.”
She might have been a witch, because the sight of the woman having cum erupt inside of her did nothing to raise him.
There was nothing to do but wait. Waiting for her to train, waiting for her to release him, waiting for her to bring that godforsaken dogfood bowl back down.
He was ravenous. She obviously didn’t find his diet to be of much importance.
When the door opened this time, she carried an actual plate, with an actual fork and cutlery.
Without a word, she walked past him, turning on the TV. Lying on the couch with her elbows propped on the arm, she flipped through the channels.
When she found a show, she began to cut up the steak, and took a bite.
Unable not to sound pathetic, Adrian whimpered, “you haven’t fed me yet.”
Unmoved, she replied, “you haven’t done anything to earn a bite yet.”
He had an idea of what she meant, but he wasn’t certain until she gave further instruction, “Kiss it.”
She knew he was staring, and only her ass was really in view. Hesitantly, Adrian stooped down, kissing her cheek lightly. No response. So he kissed again, a little more deeply. The smell of the steak was intoxication, and he began to lick, lapping over her ass.
“Mmm, nice.” Without turning, she reached the fork back so he could take a single bite.
Wanting more, he began sucking on her cheeks, kissing to her thighs, until she slipped her panties down. His tongue dove for her pussy, sucking and penetrating, his mouth practically begging her muff. Another bite.
He kept his mouth there, repeating the motions and getting another taste off of her plate. Repeated them again, and nothing. Not realizing what a puppet he’d become, Adrian buried his face between her legs, stretching his tongue as far as he could. A very small bite.
“You know, a slave should have no shame when it comes to pleasing his mistress, bitch.”
He realized what she was after. Like a whipped puppy, his mouth nudged up to her ass. So hesitant about pushing inside of there, but he could hear the knife cutting the meat. He knew another morsel awaited, if he would just obey…
His tongue pushed in, wedging his face between her cheeks, eating her ass as he had her pussy. The fork came back, and he came up for air just long enough to snatch a bite, then returned to his task.
Kim kept him licking until the show finished. The suddenly rose, pulling on her panties, and dumping the remainder of the meal into his bowl.
He was grateful when he bent down to eat, happy to have been useful to his mistress.
With a little more training, he knew that she had only snap her fingers for him to respond. Some part of him was so eager to please her, to serve her. Whatever will he might have had took a backseat to this newfound ability.
But he had cum, and she had petted him, and fed him. So maybe being a beautiful woman’s dog wasn’t without its benefits afterall.
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