1. Blackmailed


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 66, Source: xHamster

    and another. My body was jerking violently which was also causing the handcuffs to cut deeper into my wrists. I started crying, no bawling, from the pain. Again and again Bridget yielded blow after blow. I was almost u*********s. Finally she stopped. Bridget walked around in front of me and saw my semi-u*********s state. She walked over to the faucet in the laundry room and found an old container. She filled it with water and walked back to my hanging body and threw the water in my face. It was cold and I started to come around. Bridget grabbed my flaccid cock. “What’s the matter slave, a good whipping doesn’t turn you on?” This was a cruelty I hadn’t seen in Bridget before. Oh, she was sadistic as hell, I knew that, but this was pure torture and I could see in her face, she was enjoying it. “We’re not done yet slave,” she said, “That was punishment, now we’re going to have a little demonstration to illustrate the hold I have on you. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to spread your legs as far apart as you can and I’m going to kick you in the nuts. Then…..I’m going to tell you to separate them again and I’m going to kick you in the nuts again. This is just a little lesson to teach you to do what I say NO MATTER WHAT! Now, go ahead, spread your legs as far apart as you can.” I knew if I didn’t do what she said she would simply pull them apart herself and I was completely helpless. If I made her do that I figured she would kick that much harder so, I complied and ...
    separated my legs as much as I could. Bridget came up with her right foot and crushed by balls. I howled with pain, I try to bring my legs up to my stomach with the pain but I was so weak from hanging there and the whipping I couldn’t, all I could do was hang there in excruciating pain. “OK,” I heard Bridget say, “again, separate those legs.” I couldn’t hardly move but I pulled them apart as far as I could. Without the slightest reverence from my condition she kicked me again. This time I came close to passing out. I could feel Bridget letting me down. My legs were like rubber and I simply folded up and laid in a fetal position on the cold, hard cement floor. Bridget walked up to me and pulled up my chin so I could look at her. “Are you starting to get the picture,” she asked? “You are mine and everything you have is mine. I own you, like a piece of meat. I will use you for my amusement and for my pleasure. If you make me angry for any reason, I will punish you beyond belief.” I couldn’t answer her but I nodded my head to show I understood. “Now, it’s been a long day so I’m going to bed,” she said. “You, on the other hand, will be cleaning this house tonight from top to bottom. I could tell a bachelor was staying here. It’s not the cleanest place but that will change. Starting tonight you will keep this place immaculate. You will get out the vacuum and everything you need to clean this entire house. I want all the windows spotless, I want the dishes done. You’ll have to do them ...
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