You're wondering how you ended up here, aren't you? Well, what's the last thing you remember? That's right... our two-year anniversary. I made you a martini right before dinner - a very special one, with a little something extra to make you more. . . receptive to my wishes. When you began to yawn, I told you to take off your clothes, and you did it without question. As you approached the goofy phase, I bent you over and put an inflatable enema nozzle in your ass. I could tell your eyelids were becoming heavy as you put the diaper on by yourself - with some instruction from yours truly, of course. By then, you were ready for a nap, and I merely had to point at the bondage table and you hopped right up and laid down. Then, as your consciousness began to fade, I started cuffing your ankles and wrists. Your passed-out face finally lost that dumb look, and I had to laugh aloud as it disappeared under the hood.
But I waited until you started to come-to before I shoved the gag in your mouth. I could see the desperate look in your eyes as you realized your predicament. You nodded meekly as I gave you some final instructions, and then. . . total darkness beneath the blindfold. I could tell you were struggling to hear what else I was going to do to you as I plugged the cord into my phone and started your custom-made soundtrack. Oh. . . is that banging noise too loud?
You've been a bad boy. And bad boys have to learn their lesson.
First of all, you defy my instructions by going outside in the freezing cold without a jacket. Well, if you like the cold so much, you can just lay there mostly-naked in this 55-degree basement. I shall enjoy watching the goosebumps spread across your skin the longer you lay there.
Second, just seeing your face has become nauseating to me. So wearing that hood will give me a much needed reprieve from that ridiculous look you’re always sporting. BLECH!
Third, you watch far too much TV. Well, now you can watch what happens in the blackness behind that blindfold. . . spoiler alert! . . . NOTHING! And you're only on season one!!!
Fourth, you never listen to a word I say. But you'll have a hard time blocking out the obnoxious noises playing through those earbuds I jammed in your head. Oh, and the track loops every 5 minutes, so you'll be good and ready to listen to ANYTHING ELSE by the time we're done.
Number five. How are you enjoying the taste of that gag in your mouth? Guess what? It's shaped like a penis, you little COCKSUCKER! HA! HA! You're always back-talking and giving me lip, so you can just give a little lip to that dick in your mouth! I can tell you're trying to talk around it - as if begging and pleading with me would do you any good - but all I can hear is the faint mumbling of a little BITCH blowing bubbles in his own slobber!! PATHETIC!
Six. Your diet is disgusting. You eat almost nothing but red meat and junk food. Your colon is probably loaded with unexpelled crap from garbage you ate months ago. But not to worry, that 3 liter enema will clean you out. The inflated nozzle means the water will go in, but it can't come out until the cramps are so bad you'll think you’re going to pass out. I'm afraid those cramps are necessary to obtain the desired effect. Finally, when you are straining so hard that your stomach muscles ache, your sphincter will finally give-way, and that diaper you're wearing will catch it all. You have a nasty habit of stinking up the bathroom and leaving. Well, now you can’t go anywhere, so enjoy the stench of your own shit, SLUT!
Lucky number seven. The one silver lining. There's a vibrator pressing against your little, teensy wee-wee (6 inches, my ass!). You may be able to find it pleasurable - if you can forget about the cramps long enough - but I’m afraid it won't let you cum. This one is programmed to tease. It will be on just long enough to get you almost there, and then shut off. Over. And over. And over. Why am I doing this to you? Because that's what you do to me; you ALMOST get me there!! Maybe next time, you’ll remember pleasure ME FIRST!!!
And finally, eight. La pièce de résistance. Like many bad dogs, you have a shock collar. But in your case, it's connected to those electrodes on your thighs. This will be a lesson in calmness. You CANNOT sit still (what’s with the incessant pacing while you’re on the phone, anyway?!?!), and it drives me insane! So this shock collar is attached to six touch sensors. If you're not continuously touching all six sensors at the same time, even moving the slightest bit, you’ll be punished swiftly. Your fingers will grow fatigued pressing against the sensors. Your legs and knees will burn to walk around. Your spine will be screaming to twist and stretch out. But if you do, you’ll pay a painful price. By the way, the shock collar is on its highest setting – enough to make your muscles cramp – and with no way to rub or stretch them out, mmm-mm-m, pure hell. So you'll want to stifle those shivers and break your little fidgeting habit quickly, Mr. Ants-In-Your-Pants!
And now you fully realize it. You're mine until I say otherwise. I'm sure you'd like to know how long you'll be like this. Honestly, I haven't decided yet. But I'm sure it will take a while to teach you how to obey me, SLAVE!
And the lesson begins. . . NOW!
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