January 24, 2014

Wired Man

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“Are you sure you’re qualified to do this?”

“Shut it.” She ran the end of the rope through the D-ring on the collar on his wrist, pulling it tight then tying it to the ring of the anal hook firmly in his ass. Rope ran across his body in a jigsaw pattern, through D-rings in leather collars and bracelets wrapped around his wrists, ankles, neck, and thighs.

He moved one arm experimentally, and grimaced as the anal hook jumped and the rope jerked down on the collar on his neck and up on the bracelet on his opposite foot. He tried to follow the network of cord laid out over his body, the disappearing and reappearing lines that made his limbs jerk and interact unpredictably. “When did you find the time to work all this out, anyway?”

“Work it out?” She snorted. “I didn’t work anything out. I just started tying stuff.” She ran another line from one arm through a foot to the other arm, and tested the tension before making a knot in it. She stood back, walked around him slowly looking him up and down, then nodded. “I think that’ll do. I like your flailing, it reminds me of a puppy on ice, and I think this’ll really help you with that.” She stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. “Because I’m a helper.”

He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “So you want me to, what? Try to walk now?”

“No, no, no, no.” She shook her head. “I want you to hold very still while I help you lay down on the floor. She grabbed his shoulders from behind and lowered him to the floor. His limbs jerked and twitched as he tried to balance, and forced himself not to start jerking to try and recover. His ass hit the floor, the anal hook a cold bar between his cheeks running up to the small of his back, then his shoulders.

He looked up at her standing over him as she shucked her shirt off and stuck out her tongue. “What now?” Images of canes on the soles of his feet, icy-hot on his balls, cringing and jerking his useless limbs from side to side filled his imagination.

She grinned down at him, and pulled a feather from her back pocket. “Now I find out where you’re most ticklish.”

Preview: “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

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January 6, 2014

The List 24: Its Head is for Being Stuffed in a Bag

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Previously: He moaned and leaned closer to her, and she bit down on his ear playfully. “I can’t believe I let something as disgusting as you near my cunt. As a matter of fact, I think it’s time your head went into the bag.”

He was lying on the floor on his side, breathing hard. His knees slightly pulled up towards his chest, his arms wrapped tight around his chest.

One black boot pushed him over on his back, and she grinned down at him. “Time for your head to go in the bag boy.” She kicked his legs down straight and squatted down beside him. “I’d hate to make it too easy for you though.” A short length of rope wrapped around his ankles, pulling them together and cinching down tight against his skin. “Now, for your motivation. This should get you moving.”

He groaned as her hand started massaging cream into his balls and along his cock. His eyes clamped shut and he shuddered as he felt the muscle cream start to heat up on his cock and balls.

“Come on, head in the bag.”

He opened his eyes and looked around until he saw her, dangling the empty pillowcase between her hands, the opening towards him. He forced himself to roll over onto his stomach, and shoved himself up onto his hands and knees. His body sank and drool ran from his mouth to the carpet as the heat started to pour into his genitals, and he forced himself to inch towards her.

She stepped back as he moved forward, teasing him with the empty bag. “Get your head in the bag and I’ll try to wash some of that off.” She took another step back as he inched forward. “Of course, it sinks into your skin, so the longer you take the less good that will do.” He shoved himself forward with a groan, and she stepped back with a grin.

He dragged himself through the house, his whole body feeling like a massive bruise. Pain and contusions raced from one muscle to another, trying to get his attention. Little bursts of endorphins floated through his consciousness as his tears started to run down his cheeks from the pain of dragging himself across the floor and the burning in his groin.

She led him through the house, breathing a little harder as he dragged himself across the floor, memorizing the flickers of pain that rushed across his face for later. The clenched teeth as he he pushed forward with his knees, the twitch at the corner of his eye as he walked his hands forward one at a time. The way his arms moved and the muscles warping the skin of his biceps.

His head slumped as he stopped moving. He pushed his thighs together against his cock and balls, trying to do anything to stop the burning. Sounds gurgled in his throat as the heat remained, the sudden pressure doing nothing to stop it. He forced himself not to just fall down, spit on his hands, and frantically rub them on his cock. He knew from past experience that it wouldn’t do any good.

She smiled and let him rest for a minute, then made him clicking sounds with her tongue until he looked up at her through tear stained eyes. She jiggled the pillow case in front of him, then took another step backwards.

He made a sniffing sound, trying to stop the snot running out his nose, and forced himself to put one hand forward, then the other, then pull his knees across the floor towards her. He tried to ignore the pain and focus on the three simple, repetitive motions, and not think of anything else.

She led him through the house, forcing him to drag his body along the floor behind her. They wound through the bedroom, out into the living room, across the pantry and into the garage. She could hear him whimper a little as he crossed the metal door threshold and his palms hit the cold concrete. He dragged himself to the back of the car, and she popped the trunk lid on the car.

“Get in, and I’ll put your head in the bag.”

He pushed himself to his knees, and held onto the bumper as he pulled himself to his feet. He hopped around in an awkward circle and sat back, swinging his legs into the trunk and curling up in the enclosed space.

“Good for you.” She moved his hands behind his back, and cuffed one wrist then the other, chaining his hands behind his body. “You’ve managed to convince me to abduct you.” The pillow case finally went over his head, and he sighed in the enclosing darkness. He could feel the tape securing the bottom of the pillow case to his neck, pulling it down tight and sealing him in the darkness.

The trunk lid slammed close, and she walked around the car to the front. Her purse hit the passenger’s seat with a thump, and she hit the garage door opener as she started the car. They pulled out of the garage, down the drive, and onto the street. She hit play on the CD player and started driving, thinking about what she was going to do next.

Preview: Hair is for being pulled. Pulllllllllllllllled.

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October 23, 2013

Ugly

Posted in stories tagged , , , , , at 7:14 am by littlesubmissions

“Well, that’s hideous.” She held the mask in her hands, turning it from side to side. The vacant eyes stared back at her, and the flesh colored rubber skin sagged. “Are pigs really this ugly? Because that talking pig in the movie was really cute.”

“Yeah, it is kind of awful.” He shrugged, breaking the box down into a flat square and dropping it into the recycling. “It seemed, I dunno, interesting. Something I’d like to try anyway, and it was on sale. If it’s not your thing, that’s cool.”

“I have some ideas, but I’m not sure.” She poked a finger into the rubber snout, then let it pop back out. “Let me think about it.”

“Cool.”

That night, she wrapped bandages around his ankles and wrists, pinning them together. He was on his hands and knees, and could feel nervous sweat starting to build in his armpits. The gag slipped into his mouth, and the leather strap held it there.

“Stay.” She patted his head, and walked towards the door. She flipped the light off as she left, and he cowered in the semi-darkness.

He shifted his weight from side to side, moving the pressure from one side of his body to the other. Drool pooled in his mouth and ran down the gag, dripping on the floor. He tried to ignore the feeling of it sliding down his chin, and forced himself to breathe slowly, deeply, and regularly.

He flinched when the light came back on, and flinched again when he saw her standing in the doorway. Her brown eyes stared at him through the mask as she slowly dropped to all fours. Her tits hung down and were covered in red, body paint or makeup, or maybe even menstrual blood, he wasn’t sure. He could see her jaw working behind the mask, making exaggerated chewing motions.

He reflexively tried to back away, and nearly fell over. He saved himself by spreading his elbows and lowering his head, barely keeping himself upright on his hands and knees.

She started crawling towards him slowly, making hideous oinking and grunting sounds as she moved closer. He answered with his own inarticulate sounds, trying to explain through the gag that this wasn’t what he was thinking of.

She read his body language and smiled at the garbled words. “Isn’t this what you had in mind?” She shoved her face in his, the hideously wrinkled rubber skin and snout and the giant, floppy ears filled his vision. He shook his head, and she mockingly shook hers back. “Oh, I know it wasn’t, but sometimes I want to be the animal. Sometimes I want to be totally inhuman and do filthy, disgusting, painful things.” The mask remained still as her lips moved behind it. “Of course, I want to do them to you, not have them done to me.”

“Oink oink arf oink!” She barked out hideous sounds, and he closed his eyes and turned his head, forcing himself to remember eye contact wouldn’t help in this situation. She leaned in and then bit his shoulder, forcing the meat of his muscle through the mouth of the mask. The cheap material smashed into his skin and he whimpered as her teeth sank into his body.

She worried the flesh, jerking her head from side to side, feeling skin, muscle, and the fine hair on his arms against her lips. Her skin felt hot under the rubber, and she could his gasps turn to whimpers. She chewed and bit until she felt him to start to tremble, then pulled her mouth away, licked her lips, and gave his shoulder a shove.

He fell over on his side, reflexively curling his legs. She moved down to his stomach and bit down on the soft flesh there. His arms and legs jerked, and she spread herself over his torso, holding him down, smashing the snout into his skin and sinking her teeth into his flesh. She covered his stomach in small, quick bites, moving in a circle, then leaned back.

The taste of his sweat was on her lips as she slowly licked them. She moved the mask, adjusting it so she could see better, and saw him trying to lie still, trying not to rub his hands on the marks her teeth had left on his body. His fists were clenched and his eyes were tightly closed.

She pushed his body over, arranging it until he was lying flat on his back, then pulled a pillow off the bed. He moaned when she hauled his head up by his hair, and shoved the pillow under his head and neck. She oinked and grunted in his face again, feeling electric jolts travel through her body as he flinched.

She slid down his body until her face was above his cock, and the lifted it out from between his thighs. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, and let him feel her hot breath on his cock. “Open your eyes and watch.”

His eyes slowly slid open, and he blinked and bit down on the gag as he saw the leering mask over his cock. The snout and ears jutted obscenely out of her face, and her the wrinkled jowls sagged as she slowly bit down on the tip of his cock. His arms spasmed and she could feel his legs trying to kick under her as she bit down on his cock, opened her jaws, and pushed her teeth into the flesh again.

She took a little more into her mouth each time, letting him see the horrible creature devouring his cock a piece at a time. Sweat poured off him and his breathing was harsh and quick behind his gag, snot poured out his nose and ran down his skin. She looked up to make sure he was still watching, and he flinched at the site of her eyes looking out from behind that hideous face.

She reversed the sequence, letting a little bit of his cock slip out of her mouth before biting down into it. The pain mixed with the horror of seeing his cock being puked out of a pig’s face, and his eyes got wider, his pupils dilated a little more.

She held the tip in her teeth and worked her jaws, not letting it go as he cried and whimpered behind the gag. She squeezed his balls, and the dull pain mixed with the sharp fire of her teeth sinking into his cock. She finally let it fall out of her mouth, and his whole body jerked as she launched into more howling grunts and oinks.

She dragged her body up his, grinding her cunt into his stomach and chest, her red stained tits hanging over him. Her fingers ground into his face and pulled his eyes further open, and then the face was over him, smashing into his face, alien rubber and her lips against his, kissing…

“Umph! Umph! Umph!” He grunted three times in rapid succession, and despite herself a warm shudder ran down her body. She pushed herself up and away from him, and slid the mask off. Her fingers worked their way behind his head and unbuckled the gag, carefully pulling it out of his mouth. “You okay?”

He worked his jaw and nodded, then blinked several times. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

She nodded and curled up against him, carefully setting the mask aside. “So that was a safeword?”

“I just really panicked there for a second, with the kissing.” He tried to wrap an arm around her, but the bandages held them together. He settled for kissing her on the cheek, suddenly very aware of the spit and snot on his lower face.

“Red or yellow?”

He closed his eyes and thought for a second, trying to remember what had triggered the sudden rush of panic in him. “Lots of yellow? Orange?”

She laughed, and started working at the tape around his arms. “Let’s call it a red, then. Sorry about that.”

He shrugged and worked his shoulders, enjoying the returning range of motion. “No, it wasn’t a hard limit, just a really weird scary place.”

She started to pull the bandages off his legs, and nodded. “Fair enough.”

His limbs free, she lay down on top of him staring at the discarded mask. “By the way, do you still have that fantasy of being topped by more than woman at once? And how much was that mask? Did you order it online? Oh, and what’s the term for more than one pig? Is it a herd? Oh, and…”

Preview: “Do you want to come, or do you want to lick my boots?”

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October 7, 2013

Scene From a Burger Restaurant: Reality

Posted in stories tagged , , , , , , at 6:42 am by littlesubmissions

A continuation of the previous story.

He waited in the garage, kneeling on concrete with his pants around his ankles, hands cuffed behind his back, leashed to the wall, and a garbage bag wrapped around his head. The jagged edges of plastic from the hole she had torn in the trash bag fluttered around his mouth.

He heard her footsteps coming back, and licked his lips. A slight rustle of plastic, and her fingers were in his mouth, pulling his jaw apart. Cold stands of noodles and tomato sauce slid past his lips, and worked their way into his mouth. “Chew.”

His jaw started to work, reducing the food to paste, mixing it with saliva.

Her voice loomed above him. “Swallow.”

His throat contracted, and he forced himself to swallow.

Latex slid into his mouth, a round column of hard plastic. “Suck.”

He started to suck on the dildo, sliding his lips up and down, gagging slightly as it hit the back of his throat. His head lurched forward as it slid away and his lips popped as it came out of his mouth.

“Disgusting. You got your filth all over my favorite cock, you’re going to have to clean that mess up.” The dildo slid back through the hole in trash bag into his mouth, and he started to lick down its length and suck on it. Lifting himself higher on his knees to get more in his mouth, he blindly tried to cover every vein and crevice with his tongue to clean it off.

“Oh, are you getting hard? Sure you want to do that?” The words brought him back, reminded him of being chained to a dumpster in a dirty alley, waitresses and busboys coming out to humiliate and degrade him, cover him in the scraps of food left behind by strangers.

The thought made him whimper, and he realized his cock was getting harder. He shook his head no, and tried to plead with the cock in his mouth. To not be dragged out to the trunk of the car, driven to an alley, and left there like a random hole for strangers to fill with garbage.

She laughed above him, enjoying the garbled sounds coming out of his mouth. “Okay, I’ll help you this once.” The toe of her boot flicked into his balls, and his body jumped. The wretched sounds coming out of his mouth suddenly got louder, and she kicked his balls a second and third time, until his cock was totally limp.

“You should say thank you.” She slid the cock out of his mouth long enough for him to swallow hard and take a deep breath.

“Thank you for keeping my cock from getting hard, ma’am.”

She smiled and nodded slightly, then took another handful of leftover spaghetti and shoved it into his mouth. She shoved it back, then scooped up the strands hanging out of his mouth and shoved them in the gaping hole in the plastic bag. She reached in her bag again, and pulled out a jug of milk. A little bit of white liquid sloshed in the bottom, and a slightly sour smell hit her nostrils as she opened the lid.

She held his head back as he chewed, and poured it in his mouth.

He gasped and sputtered, the milk running down his chin and across the skin of his neck. He kept chewing, swallowing and making contorted faces under the plastic. She didn’t wait for him to finish this time, shoving the dildo into his mouth and grinding it against the food there.

The dildo smashed the food against his tongue, teeth, and cheeks until it was reduced to a disgusting pulp. Some he swallowed, some fell out of his mouth, dragged past his lips by the cock fucking his face.

She dragged more food out of the bag, and shoved more in his mouth whenever it started to look less than full. “You’re disgusting, you’re not even a very good dumpster.” She looked down and sighed happily. “And your cock is getting hard again.”

His garbled pleas sprayed food, and she winced at the mess in the garbage bag, but still felt herself getting into that mental space where time slowed down and they were the only thing in the world.

“You can use my foot to make your cock soft, but you’ll have to do it yourself this time.” She leaned her foot back on its heel, the toe sticking up in the air in front of his cock.

His body jerked forward, slapping his crotch into the toe of her boot, torturing his cock and balls. He tried to howl at the pain but all the came out past the dildo and garbage in his mouth was a strangled animal sound.

She shoved more food in his mouth and looked at his cock. “You just use my boot whenever you start to get hard, because I am a kind and gracious ma’am. And I swear to god if you get a hard-on I’ll drag you downtown, chain you to that dumpster, and leave you there for a week.”

His body jerked frantically from head to toe, trying to keep his mouth from over-flowing, suck her cock, and slap her boot with his balls all at once. Food and milk ran out of his mouth and pooled where the garbage bag was taped around his neck, sloshing and distorting his features even further, looking like giant garbage filled boils ready to burst under his white plastic skin.

She kept fucking his face until the bag was empty, then ground the rest of the food in his mouth until it was pulp that fell out or he swallowed. She wiped it off on the garbage over his eyes, then tossed it aside, and held his jaw in one hand. He heard her spit just before it fell into his throat, and he shivered in her hands.

She felt tremors throughout her body as his balls slapped into her boot again, and she needed to come now. She spit in his mouth again, then let go of his face just long enough to unbutton her pants and slide them down to her knees, then her ankles. Her panties followed, and she fished one foot out of the cloth and repositioned her feet.

His body humped the air, jerking automatically, blindly seeking her boot to smash into, until she swung one leg over and put her foot back.

He slapped into it with an oomph and she groaned in pleasure. Her fingers found her clit and she started to jerk herself off. She grabbed his head again, partially to hold it still and partially to support herself as her legs began to shake.

She leaned against him, and then, just as she started to come, pulled his mouth near her cunt and started to piss. The acrid liquid shot into his mouth and he gasped and sputtered, then began to swallow eagerly.

She shuddered through her orgasm as her bladder emptied, then leaned over and took deep, hard breaths. Her eyes were closed, but she sensed him growing still under her hands. His hips stopped twitching, and the sound of the plastic moving with his breath got slower and steadier.

“Good boy, good boy. Stay a second. She got the safety scissors out of her back pocket, and carefully began to cut the tape away. The garbage bag fell away in chunks, and she put it in the empty grocery bag, careful not to get any on her legs or boots.

His face appeared a little at a time, sweaty, covered in garbage, and flushed and happy. His eyes were bright, and he couldn’t seem to stop grinning despite the paste of food smeared across him.

She laughed at his expression, then patted his head. “God, you’re a fucking mess. Stay here, I’ll go get some paper towels.”

He licked and his lips and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” His posture relaxed, and he leaned back to take some weight off his knees.

She started out, and he cleared his throat. “Hey, would you really have done that? Taken me down to the restaurant and chained me to the dumpster.”

She grinned back at him, then shrugged and smiled. “Maybe.”

Preview: That’s going to cost you.

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September 18, 2013

The Smile

Posted in stories tagged , , , , , at 5:24 am by littlesubmissions

The rope cut into his neck, choking off his breath every time he tried to move away from her. His knees burned from where the carpet ground into them and sweat poured down his face, soaking into the blindfold wrapped around his eyes.

He didn’t know exactly where the next hit would land. She circled him, pulling on the rope to keep him upright, using it to twist his body into position and hurt him wherever she wanted. It was the thin, flexible rod that left the intense, awful stinging sensation and bright lines across his body that ached more after the impact.

Those bright lines criss-crossed his body, tracing sore muscles and broken skin. The tops of his shoulders were layered heavily, and the space between his shoulder blades. His chest had a series of short, sharp lines where she had only hit him with the tip. The front and backs of his legs were a fractal image of broken shapes made by the rod slapping against his skin.

Clothespins littered the floor around them, the small red marks still visible on his skin. She had put them on delicately, one at a time, placing them carefully as the small jaws pinched and crushed the meat of his body. Then she had savagely ripped them off.

His arms were trapped behind his back, rope biting into his skin, chafing and irritating. It immobilized his arms, kept him from defending himself, and gave him something to push against. The muscles in his shoulders strained when his brain screamed at his body to do something, anything, to deal with the pain.

The plug in his ass was fully inflated. It pushed against him from the inside, the hose and bulb dangling outside of him and snaking across the floor like a tether. She would push lightly on it with her foot as she passed by, the hiss of escaping air and slight movement not letting him forget it was lodged in his ass.

His thighs trembled, the Ben Gay on his groin a throbbing sledgehammer. She had rubbed it carefully on his left ball, then grinning, fondled his right ball. The mix of pleasure and pain had sent him into gasping sobs, but now the pleasure was gone and there was only pain. He sobbed and prayed he wouldn’t vomit, and wondered when it would end.

She never told him, but she was waiting for the smile. That was when it would end. The dopamine and endorphin induced grin he got when he finally let go of everything and the pain turned into euphoria. That was what would get her off. That was when she would stop.

And not before.

Preview: It’s our next needley installment of the Choose Your Own Adventure… erm, adventure! It looks like Navaux’s cock has a date with the needle, but might there not be more? Check back Friday and find out.

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September 16, 2013

Sounds of Home

Posted in stories tagged , , , , at 5:40 am by littlesubmissions

*swish* *swish* *thud*

Laying on the bed, with his eyes closed, he could almost imagine the muffled sounds weren’t coming from the people upstairs. He could pretend he was handcuffed to the bedposts, on his knees, with a hood or blindfold over his eyes as she stalked from one side of the room to the other deciding how to hurt him next. A thudding pain erupting across his shoulder blades, or a stinging pain appearing on his ass.

The handcuffs biting into his wrists, his body jerking against them, metal gouging into his flesh. Harsh, hot breath pouring out of his mouth reflected back at him. Moans, tears, agony filling his brain, erasing every conscious thought. Shoving stress, anxiety, and worry out of his brain until all that was left was one simple thought: Take one more hit. He reached over and flipped off the light, focusing on the sounds coming from above him.

*swish* *swish* *thud*

Her dress rustled as she moved across the room, and her luggage made a soft impact as she dropped it on the floor. The sounds tugged at her consciousness, reminding her of awkward rustlings as his jeans slid across the carpet in their home. Of the sound of his knees hitting the floor as she grabbed his hair and shoved down. She walked back across the room, just to hear the sound again.

Another hotel room in another city. Work had her on the road a lot lately, and she missed those sounds. Of dragging him from room to room on a leash, but more of his crawling to her of his own volition. Of his sitting on the floor in front of the couch and wrapping her legs around him, leaning back against her, letting her know that he wanted to be taken.

Memories of pushing him down, breaking him into pieces, then pulling him up and putting him back together washed over her. Of seeing how strong he was, and helping him be stronger. She walked back across the room, focusing on the sounds, and flopped down on the bed, looking up at the usual painting of a landscape on the wall.

*swish* *swish* *thud*

She was checking to see how many bars she had when the phone rang. His name flashed across the screen, and she smiled.

Preview: She never told him she was waiting for the smile.

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August 28, 2013

Kid Games

Posted in stories tagged , , , , , , , , at 5:13 am by littlesubmissions

She grinned up at him. “That’s two for flinching.”

He whimpered and she brought her knees up into his balls, letting him almost recover than doing it again. He sagged against the bonds, his thighs trembling. The spreader bar held his legs shoulder width apart, and the raw sickness of pain in his balls filled his stomach.

She brought her knee up again and his body jerked, then slumped as he realized her knee had stopped right before impact. She laughed and patted him on the arm. “Two more for flinching. This is almost too easy…”

Her eyes locked on his as she slammed her knee into his balls again, then again. The way his entire face contorted, the brutal honesty of the pain flickering across his features.

She waited for his breathing to slow back down, and then jerked her knee up again. He exhaled, but held his body still, forcing himself not to move.

“Good boy, you didn’t flinch.” He nodded, then she brought her knee the rest of the way up into his balls. His body jerked then fell back against the ropes.

She shook her head as she laughed. “That wasn’t really fair, was it? Okay, I suppose you win that one. But I can still win at… purple nurple!” She grabbed his nipples and twisted, pinching the flesh and jerking it one way, then the other, contorting it with pain.

His body writhed in front of her, bouncing back and forth, bucking like an animal trying to escape the pain. She leaned in close, rolling her body and keeping her hands still, then twisting further with her wrists. She was relentless, twisting and turning his flesh.

He felt the searing pain in his chest, tried to move his body with her but couldn’t, and finally gasped out “Uncle! Fuck! Uncle!”

She gave one last twist, and then let go of his chest. “Damn, that looked really painful.”

He nodded wearily. “Yeah, it definitely kind of sucked.”

“I’ve got something that will take your mind off of it.” She walked out of the room, and a few seconds later he heard water running. He hissed out of his teeth when he saw her return, a wet towel twisted along the diagonal in her hands.

She raised her eyebrows and grinned at him, then flicked it at his thigh. The wet cloth slapped into the sensitive skin leaving a stinging, burning pain. She worked methodically but without any set pattern, covering his body, sometimes hitting the same space several times in a row, sometimes jumping from spot to spot seemingly at random.

But they all hit him.

It was a sharp, stinging sensation. Not painful, but incredibly annoying, especially with his hands bound. She started circling his stomach, working around it, bring the towel closer and closer to his cock.

Finally he cleared his throat, and through gritted teeth growled out the word “Uncle.”

She hit him one last time and did a little dance, “I win. I win. Who wins? I win!” She was still chortling when she grabbed the velcro around one of his wrists and pulled it loose. His arm fell to his side, and she wadded the towel up in her hands. “Two out of three bitch, you take out the garbage this week.”

He grinned and started getting himself loose, trying to ignore the aches and dull thudding pain he still felt. “I am so not letting you pick the games next week.”

She shrugged. “I’ll still win.”

Preview: Tune in for the next chapter of the Choose Your Own Adventure Story!

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