Last Time – Part 2 of 2

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Last Time – Part 1

Dion pulled a blindfold from her black bag and secured it over Doug’s eyes. “I picked shrimp and broccoli over plain fried rice and a shrimp roll,” she said. “Oh, and a Ginger Ale soda.” She ran a finger across Doug’s lips and he opened his mouth. “Open wide,” she said knowing he’d think he was going to be fed.

Doug immediately obey, which gave her the opportunity to push a ball gag into his mouth. She quickly fastened the straps at the back of his head. Dion tilted her head to one side; deciding where to put him. The bed? Against a door? Across a desk? On all fours? She pondered each internal question as she put a dog collar around his neck and attached the leash. She picked up the container of food, opened it, and passed it in front of his face. She smiled seeing his diaphragm lift in a deep inhale. Perfect, she smiled.

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Dion put down the food and yanked the collar forward. Doug, on all fours, caught himself from toppling over and let her lead him across the carpet. She pulled upward, lifting his chin and he stopped. She walked to her bag and removed the cuffs. She tightened one on each wrist and ankle before she hogtied him. He remained sitting on his knees with his hands and ankles bound behind his body. Dion placed a heeled foot on his side and pushed him over. Doug grunted as his shoulder hit the carpet. Dion took a pillow from the bed, laid it on his side and used his body as an ottoman for her feet as she sat and ate her lunch and watched the news.

Dion finished eating, put down the container, and pushed the pillow off Doug’s side with her foot. She lifted him onto his knees, his hands and ankles still cuffed together, and used the front of her stiletto to shift his cock upward. Her shoe ran the short length of his flaccid shaft and she pressed the heel in his balls. Doug tried to flinch and it pleased Dion that he was unable to. He grunted through the gag, furrowed his brows, and moved his head from side to side.

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Dion stopped and heard him make sounds as if he was trying to speak. She picked up the lease, which was still attached to the collar around his neck and pulled it behind him latching it around the hogtie apparatus. Good, now he can’t move at all, she smirked. She took off her shoes and pressed the heels simultaneously into both of his nipples. Doug howled around his gag as his body trembled.

“Hmmmmm,” Dion said softly, “You’re not my slave anymore, but I didn’t want to forget what you said you were willing to try.” She noisily unfolded a piece of paper. “Do you know what this is?” She paused as if he could answer. “No? Okay,” she shrugged her shoulders even though he couldn’t see her dramatic body language. She slowly read each item listed on the now-revoked contract. She removed the items from her bag. She slammed each item down on the desk until her bag was completely empty. She wanted him to know that she was playing the game he initially wanted to play. She wanted to make sure he knew he was going to be beaten at his own game. Dion laughed sadistically after she looked at Doug and saw tears leaking from underneath the blindfold. “Awwwww,” Dion crooned near his ear, “this is what you said you wanted.” Doug began whining as drool ran down his chin and piss trailed down his leg and onto the carpet.

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Dion

I journeyed from GED to a PhD in Psychology. I decided to focus on my writing once I retired from the clinical field. I write in various genres and have several WIPs for publication once edited. I post articles on this website for intellectual and entertainment purposes.

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