Under Her Thumb – 5
By
Karen Singer
She sat herself down on one of the seats in the waiting area
of the bail bond office. The man in
charge was busy just then with a client.
As she waited, she pulled out her cellphone and started texting
Jozy: Jozy. Get yourself into the bathroom and take a
picture of the top of your stockings as soon as possible. I’m waiting, so hurry up! With a smile, she sent the text off.
She waited and waited, getting more perturbed by the minute,
but there was no returning text. What
was Jozy’s problem? The directions were
perfectly clear. What more did he need?
The bail bondsman’s client got up and left and she saw him
waving her over. She got up and headed
toward his desk, still perturbed at Jozy for not answering. “You called?” she said to the man behind the
desk.
“Yeah. Got an easy
one for you. Sorry, it’s not much money,
but it needs to be handled.” He passed a
file across the desk to her.
She looked then grunted.
“How many times have I brought this idiot in? And he’s running again?”
“This will be number three,” the man replied. “You know him already, so I called you. You want it?”
“Sure,” she replied.
“A buck’s a buck, and I need all I can get.”
With that, she walked out to her car. But once in the car, she texted Jozy again: Jozy, are you there? After a few minutes waiting, she got no
answer. What was up with Jozy? She figured he had to be busy. Well, she had something to keep herself busy
with too. She had a bail jumper to find
and apprehend.
She was just about to start her car and drive off, when she
heard her phone ding. She checked it and
found a returning text from Jozy. Sorry. Can’t chat.
Working.
Working? Okay, some
companies didn’t like you using your cellphones at work, but she had phoned and
texted Patty any number of times in the past, so she knew that wasn’t the
case. Maybe he was in a meeting or
something. That had to be it. She texted back. Text me when you get done. With that, she drove off to find her bail
jumper.
By lunchtime, she still hadn’t heard from him, so this time,
instead of texting, she phoned him. She
listened as the phone rang and rang, but he wasn’t picking up. What was up with Jozy? She was about to hang up when the ringing
stopped. A moment later she heard a very
tentative, “Hello?”
“Jozy! What the hell
is going on today? Why aren’t you
returning my messages?”
“Uh…I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Uh…”
“Jozy! What are you
doing right now?”
“Uh…finishing my lunch.”
“Finishing your lunch. Huh!
Are you having lunch with some of your friends?”
“Uh…no.”
“You mean you’re alone?”
“Yes.”
“They what the hell is your problem?”
“Uh…I just…”
“You just what?” But
she got no answer. “Jozy. Listen up and listen good. You’ve already got two consequences we have
to take care of, and you’re about to get a third. Three is my absolute limit. Now since you’re alone, get your ass into a
bathroom somewhere and send me a picture of the top of your stockings…or your
pantyhose. Whatever you’re wearing
today. Now do it fast! I’m waiting.”
“Uh…I can’t!” he said quickly.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because…”
“Because what?
Jozy. What’s your problem?”
“I’m…not wearing any.”
“You’re what? Jozy,
Jozy, Jozy. Whatever are we going to do
with you? Tell me, is that why you were
ignoring me this morning?”
“Uh…yes,” he admitted.
“Jozy, Jozy, Jozy,” she said disgustedly. “All I asked you to do was something very
simple. Something I have no doubt you
would have loved doing. But you
didn’t. You chickened out. Well, you’re about to find out that not doing
what I tell you is going to cost you. A
lot! So congratulations Jozy. You’ve now got three consequences. And like I said, three is my absolute limit. Stew on that Jozy!” Disgusted with him, she hung up.
Jozy was about to learn a lesson. Just like all the criminals who tried to get
away without being punished, it was her job to find and capture them so they
could learn that their actions in life had consequences. Jozy was overdue for that lesson anyway. But first, she had this one nuisance of a
bail jumper to find, plus there were other wanted criminals she could find and
earn the bounty rewards for as well. Jozy’s
lesson number one was that he wasn’t the only thing on her mind. She had no doubt that Jozy was lapping up all
the attention she had been giving him.
Lesson one was making him go without.
Now, where the hell did that idiot bail jumper hide this
time?
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Administering consequences was usually best done in person, and
best done on weekends. Especially a
person’s very first consequence. She
waited two and a half weeks. Plenty of
time for Jozy to feel like she had probably abandoned him for not doing as he
was told. Plenty of time for him to
wonder what might have happened if he had just done as she wanted. But he had fucked up! Now it was Saturday, two and a half weeks
later, and it was time for Jozy to learn a big lesson. There were consequences in life. And he wasn’t going to like anything she was
going to do to him today.
She set a large well-worn duffel bag down just outside his
apartment door. She pulled out her
cellphone and walked a few feet away from his door so he wouldn’t hear her
talking outside.
She called his phone. It was a
few moments before he answered, and when he did, he sounded very surprised.
“Hello?”
“Good morning Jozy.
Are you surprised to hear from me?”
“Uh…yes! Very.”
“Good Jozy. I’m
glad. Tell me something Jozy, and I want
you to think seriously about this. Can
you describe my face?”
She could almost hear him thinking about that one. “Uh…no,” he replied. “I only met you that one time.”
“And that one time, did I ever let you look up at anything
except my legs and feet?”
“Uh…no. You didn’t.”
“That’s right Jozy.
Now tell me this. Do you think
you deserve to see my face?”
“Do I…I don’t know.”
“Jozy! We are going
to have to have a very serious talk you and me, about what kind of people each
of us is. But that will be for
later. For right now, the answer you’re
looking for is no. You don’t deserve to
see my face at all. Now I have no idea
what you’re doing in your apartment right now, but I want you to go to your
door.”
“My door?”
“Jozy! I don’t want
to have to repeat myself all the time. Go
to your apartment door. I’m standing
right outside.”
She could hear the sudden fear in his voice. “You are?”
“Yes! Now unlock your
door but don’t you dare open it. Don’t
you dare! I’ll be waiting to hear the
door unlocking. And Jozy, if you don’t unlock
it in the next few seconds, I’ll pick the lock and get in anyway. So hurry up!”
“You can pick the lock?”
“Yes. In my job I do
it all the time. It’s easy. Especially with the cheap kind of lock you
have. Now unlock it or you’ll be sorry. Now Jozy!
Now!”
She wondered if she should be amazed or not when she heard
the very faint clicking of his door lock.
“Uh…okay,” he said.
“Very good Jozy. I’m
glad. You wouldn’t have liked it if I
had to pick that cheap lock. Now Jozy I
want you to kneel down on the floor about six feet or so away from the
door.” She waited a moment. “Are you kneeling?”
“Uh…”
“Kneel, damn it!” she shouted.
“Okay.”
“Now Jozy, do you know how to prostate yourself?”
“Do what?”
“Jozy…oh forget it.
Lay down on the floor. Face down. Extend your arms out in front of you. And close your damn eyes. You don’t deserve to see my face, remember?”
“I…”
“Jozy! Down on the
floor. Eyes shut. Now!”
“Okay!” he replied.
She gave him just a moment as she unzipped her duffel bag
and reached in, grabbing a long piece of cloth and a pair of handcuffs. She opened the door and peeked in. He was lying on the floor with his arms
out. From the door she could see that
his eyes were closed. She picked up her
duffel bag and carried it in, closing the door behind her. She dropped the bag and stood over him. The boots she was wearing were like military
combat boots. She placed one of them on
his face and pressed down. “Hello Jozy. It’s good to see you again. Don’t bother answering, I know for a fact
that it’s difficult with my foot shoving your face into the floor like that.”
She twisted around and knelt with one knee pressing severely
into his back as she quickly grabbed his arms and twisted them around behind him,
ignoring the cries of protest he was yelling.
His eyes were open now, but from where she was, he couldn’t see her. A few quick movements later and his hands
were cuffed behind his back.
“Stop! What are you
doing?” he shouted.
“She slapped the back of his head. “Oh shut up!” she told him. “Quit complaining. It’s not going to do you any good.”
“But…”
“Eh!” she shouted, cutting him off as she slapped his head
again. “I said shut up!”
Once he had stopped complaining, she took the long piece of
cloth and pulled it under his head, using it to pull back on his head and
neck. He started to complain again. “Eh!” she said sternly. Fortunately, he shut up. She went back to work with the cloth and tied
it tightly behind his head, completely blindfolding him so he wouldn’t be able
to see. With her prisoner secure, she
released his head and got off him.
“Jozy, Jozy, Jozy,” she said. “Whatever are we going to do with you? Well, I know what I’m going to do with you
today. That much is no problem. And Jozy, somehow I don’t think you’re going
to like it very much.” With a laugh, she
walked away from him.
She took a quick tour of his apartment. There wasn’t much worth seeing. Some of the things she hoped to see weren’t
apparent at all. She would have to get
back to them later.
She pulled her boots and pants off, then she removed her
panties. She went back to Jozy and
grabbed him by the handcuffs and pulled.
“Up!” she commanded. “On your
knees.” When she had him where she
wanted him, she stood right in front of him and held his head. She pressed her pussy against his face. “Can you feel that?” she said as she rubbed
it against his mouth. She almost laughed
when she felt a quick bit of his tongue.
“No!” she commanded as she pulled away.
“I just wanted you to know that I’m naked now. And here’s my panties.” With that, she grabbed his jaw and squeezed
it hard, opening his mouth a bit. She
shoved her dirty panties into it, making sure to pack them in tightly. “I’m sure you’ll be doing plenty of screaming
today,” she told him. “We don’t want to
bother the neighbors now, do we.”
Despite the blindfold and his mouth stuffed with her
panties, she could see how terrified he was.
Good! He deserved all he was
going to get today…and more! The sissy!
She shoved him backwards.
As soon as his back hit the floor, she moved one of his legs aside with
one foot, just before her other foot kicked him right in the balls. She watched him writhing and moaning for a
few moments.
“Now Jozy,” she said as she walked around him. “Here’s the way things work. Sometimes I give you a choice as to how
you’re going to get your consequences. They
could be up close and painfully personal like I’m doing now, or instead,
sometimes you can opt for the softer less painful kind. But trust me, you’re not going to like that
kind either. A consequence has to be
a consequence. But, when I offer you the
choice, you do get to decide. Except
this time Jozy. For someone’s first
consequence, I always do it this way. Up
close and…” She moved in and kicked his
balls again. “Painfully
personal. There are lessons to be
learned after all Jozy. And my job is to
make sure you learn those lessons.”
He was still writhing around on the floor in pain. She reached down and unfastened his
pants. She pulled his shoes and socks
off, noticing that the red nail polish had been removed from his toes. “Jozy!
No nail polish? I’m so
disappointed. Oh well, we’ll get to that
later.”
She pulled his pants and underwear off leaving him naked
from the waist down. Then she went after
his shirt, but not wanting to uncuff his hands, she grabbed a knife from her
bag and used it to split his shirt and the undershirt he was wearing as
well. In moments his clothes were tossed
aside, and he was completely naked on the floor in front of her.
“We’re having some fun now Jozy. Aren’t we?”
She plopped herself down on his chest and grabbed his balls. She squeezed them hard, making him moan and
squirm under her. She changed to a
twisting motion to torture them that way, producing more painful writhing and
moaning. She twisted his cock one way
while twisting his balls the other. “I’m
so glad you’re enjoying this Jozy,” she told him. “I do hope you like it more than wetting your
pants and playing with yourself…which you could have been doing instead of
this.”
After torturing him that way for a while. She started plucking the individual hairs
from his balls. Once again he had
something new to twist and try to scream about.
“So much fun Jozy,” she said as she plucked a few more individual hairs. “In fact,” she said. “Just stay there. Let’s see if we can find something better.”
She left him and went back to her bag, bringing back some
wax, a lighter, and some cloth waxing strips.
She set them aside and grabbed a bar from inside the bag. She twisted the two halves of the bar and
pulled it out as far as it would go, then twisted it again to lock it to that
length. She attached the ends of the bar
to each of his ankles, spreading his legs out wide. He was writhing and moaning again, obviously
frightened, especially since he couldn’t see anything. Although she figured, in this case, not being
able to see was probably a blessing in disguise for him.
Once again, she sat on his chest facing his cock and
balls. Grabbing the lighter and the wax,
she started heating the wax over top of his cock. In moments the hot wax began dripping down
onto the head of his cock. The wax made
him writhe in pain worse than before.
She kept sitting there and melting the wax, covering much of his cock,
and what part of his balls she could easily drip the wax onto. When she was ready, she grabbed one of the
cloth waxing strips and pressed it firmly to the wax on his balls. With one quick motion, she ripped the waxed
cloth away, the pain made him try to bend his body as he screamed for all he
was worth. Gagged as he was, not much
sound came out.
“Feel that Jozy?” she said.
“Wasn’t that fun? Now think about
how much fun it would have been to simply wear a pair of silky, sexy stockings
under your pants all day instead. But I
guess this is the kind of fun you’d rather have. So Jozy, now you’ve got it. Enjoy!”
With that, she pressed another cloth to his wax covered balls and ripped
it away. Little by little she waxed his
entire balls, all his pubic hair, and any hair that was remotely close to his
cock, eventually leaving him smooth and clean around that entire area.
“Oh Jozy,” she told him.
“You should really see how nice you look now.” He couldn’t answer of course. But his moans of pain had long since turned
to desperate sobbing tears. Music to her
ears since it meant she was doing her job properly.
With his balls now freshly waxed clean, she got off of him
and removed the spreader bar attached to his ankles. Grabbing her waxing supplies, she carried
them back to her bag, where she stuck them inside and pulled out a thin leather
paddle instead.
She went back to him and turned him over onto his
stomach. Grabbing his cuffed hands, she
pulled him to his knees. He was crying
into his panty gagged mouth, but she expected that. She barely even noticed what little
resistance he tried to give her. Pulling
up on his arms, she pulled him to his feet, then marched him over to the side
of his sofa. With one quick shove, she
pushed him face first over the arm of it.
She quickly moved around and stuck one knee over his bound arms and
back, pushing his body firmly down into the sofa. With a quick motion, she brought the thin
leather paddle down on the left side of his ass. Despite the gag in his mouth, she didn’t miss
his attempted cry of pain. She brought
it down on the right side of his ass.
More pain. Left. Right.
One side, then the other. Back
and forth. Again and again, until his
entire ass was a very bright red color.
Jozy of course was a sobbing mess, but between the panties gagging his
mouth and his head practically pushed into the sofa cushions, that sound was
barely noticeable.
She finally stopped and got off of him. He didn’t even move from where he was draped
over the sofa. Leaving him, she went
back to her bag. From it she pulled a
strange clamp with a hook on it. She
carried it over to the doorway to his bedroom where she clamped it over top of
the moldings on both sides at the top of the doorway. She grabbed the hook hanging from it and
pulled her feet off the ground. It held
her weight just fine, as she was sure it would.
She went back to Jozy and shoved him off the couch onto the
floor. She had no doubt that his screams
of alarm behind that gag were trying to tell her no, no. She ignored his muffled screams. Instead, from her bag she grabbed two short
pieces of rope, and two tiedown straps.
She pushed Jozy over onto his stomach, and laid the flat
tiedown strap across his legs, just above his knees. She bent each of his legs in half and tied
them that way with the tiedown strap trapped between both of his bound
legs. She took the second tiedown strap
and ran it under one armpit, under his chest, then brought it up under his
other armpit. With that much done, she
grabbed his tied legs and dragged him backwards to his bedroom doorway. His muffled terror and complaining was nothing
but background noise to her.
From her bag, she grabbed a pully system, complete with
rope. She hooked the pully to the hook
now attached to the top of his bedroom doorway.
She let the hook hanging from the pully down to about three feet above
Jozy’s body. She grabbed the tiedown strap
that ran through his legs and made a loop of it, then hooked it over the hook
on the pully. She did the same thing
with the tiedown strap that ran under his chest. When she pulled on the pully rope, his body
easily lifted right off the floor…and his muffled cries of terror went crazy.
“Quiet Jozy!” she told him.
“You’re not going anywhere so get used to it.”
She tied the pully rope off so he was suspended about
eighteen inches from the floor.
Grabbing another length of rope from her bag, she tied it to
the back of the cloth blindfold going around his head. She ran the rope over the pully hook then
down to his handcuffs. When she pulled
the rope tight, it pulled his arms up and his head back, putting more stress on
his body, and also pulling the rest of his body more into the bent backwards
position she wanted it.
“Isn’t this fun Jozy?” she said to him. “Just think.
You’re flying.” With a laugh, she
left him like that and went back to her bag.
She pulled a large piece of plastic from it that she spread out on the
floor under his entire suspended body.
Then she went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl that she half filled
with ice from his freezer. She filled
most of the rest of the bowl with water and brought it back to him where she
carefully set it on the floor. Very
slowly she lowered his body, making sure the bowl was lined up perfectly. It was.
She noticed him trying to twitch and squirm around the
moment his tortured cock touched the ice water.
Of course, bound and suspended like he was, there wasn’t anything he
could do about it. In moments, his cock
and balls were completely submerged in their icy bath and any squirming around
he did only ground them further into the ice, making things colder for him than
they already were.
“Doesn’t that feel good Jozy?” she whispered in his
ear. Of course, she couldn’t understand
his reply, but she had a good idea as to what he meant. She checked the time, then sat in a chair to
watch him “soaking” for a while.
Twenty minutes later, she got up from her seat and grabbed a
few more supplies from her bag. She
carried them back to Jozy and set them on the plastic tarp underneath him. Bound as he was, she knew he had to be
absolutely miserable, but his ordeal hanging there had only just begun. He was going to be there for a long time.
Pulling on the pully rope, she raised his body so that his
cock and balls were finally out of their ice bath. Tying him off once again, she bent under him
to inspect her progress. His cock had
shrunk to barely a nub. Perfect! Grabbing a cloth, she carefully dried his
cock and balls thoroughly.
From the plastic tarp, she picked up a thin wooden shrimp skewer
and broke it so it was only about two inches long. She grabbed his shrunken penis and carefully
pushed nearly an inch of the pointed end of the wooden skewer right inside his
urethra, leaving the other end hanging out.
With that much done, she grabbed a tall thin can that she
had bought earlier in the hardware store and pulled up on the ring on top of
it, eventually removing the entire top.
The stuff smelled a bit, but that was no problem. The label on the can proclaimed it to be
Plasti Dip. It was a liquid plastic
meant to dip the handles of tools into to give those handles a comfortable
plastic coating. The color she had chosen
was blue. Since the tall thin can was
too thin for his cock and balls, she stirred the contents a bit, then poured it
all out into a cheap plastic container.
“You know Jozy,” she said as she stirred the contents
thoroughly. “I know there’s probably a
few hundred different models of these things you can find on the internet. But sometimes I feel like the homemade ones
are the most interesting. I certainly
find them to be the most rewarding, because I have the pleasure of knowing that
I made them myself. What do you
think?” She wasn’t the least bit
surprised when he didn’t answer. Of
course, he had no idea in the world what she was talking about.
Carefully setting the container of blue Plasti Dip right
underneath his shrunken cock and balls, she grabbed the pully rope and very,
very slowly, lowered his cock and balls fully into the mixture, right up to his
body. She left them there for about five
or six seconds before she pulled up on the pully rope and just as gradually
lifted his cock and balls from the mixture.
His cock and balls were now one single blue blob of plastic.
She tied the pully rope off again, then stuck a lid over top
of what was left of the Plasti Dip.
Checking her watch, she went back to sit for a while again. She knew she should have waited a full half
hour or more, but fifteen minutes later, she went back to him and did it again,
recoating his now blue clock and balls, making the plastic coating on them even
thicker. While he was drying again, she
got rid of what was left of the Plasti Dip and cleaned everything up except the
plastic tarp she had laid out under him.
That, she left in place.
She checked the plastic coating on him thirty minutes
later. It was dry, but she left him
hanging there another ten minutes anyway, just to be sure. Finally, she lowered him all the way down to
the floor and untied him completely, only leaving his hands bound behind him by
the handcuffs, the panties in his mouth, and the blindfold on his head. She turned him over onto his back and
inspected her work. Lovely!
Taking a sharp knife, she cut the plastic, as close to the
tip of his cock as possible, all the way down to the wooden skewer
underneath. Pulling the end of the
skewer, she removed it from his cock forming a perfect pee hole for him. She took the time to squeeze the head of his
cock a little. The plastic was somewhat
pliable, but there was no way in the world he was going to easily get that
stuff off of him. Not only that, since
his cock had been shrunken down so much by the ice bath just before she did it,
as it expanded, like it was probably already trying to do, that plastic coating
was going to get even tighter. And the
best part was, it was going to make masturbating nearly impossible for him.
She put all her toys away in her bag and pulled out a pair
of sexy stockings and heels that she put on.
Then she donned a pink wig and a mask that covered the entire top half
of her face. She still wasn’t wearing
panties. Dressed like that, she went
back to him. He was practically limp. Putty in her hands. “Pain time is over…hopefully,” she told him
softly as she pulled him to a sitting position.
He made no sound at all when she pulled the panties from his mouth. She uncuffed his hands, and they simply fell
to the floor. She sat him up and untied
the blindfold, removing it slowly from his head. His eyes were unfocused. She had a feeling he was barely thinking
anymore. He could have been in a
trance. With a laugh and a stern slap to
the top of his head, she left him and got him a glass of water. The slap to his head brought him somewhat
around. His eyes were now tracking her
as she returned with the water. “Here,”
she told him. “Drink. Slowly!”
She was glad to see him drinking.
“What…did you do?” he asked, between sips of water.
“See for yourself,” she said, a note of humor in her voice.
She was surprised he hadn’t even looked far enough to see
her handiwork yet. She watched as his
head bent down and he simply stared at the blue blob where his penis and balls
had been. Slowly, one of his hands
reached over and he felt it…squeezing it a bit.
He looked up at her with total confusion on his face. She didn’t think any explanation was
needed. “Drink a bit more,” she told
him. “We’ve still got things to do
today.”
There was a distinct look of fear on his face.
“If you’re good,” she told him. “None of it will be painful. In fact, hopefully, it will be fun.” His face didn’t look like he believed
her. She took the glass from him and
returned it to the kitchen.
“Can I…” he started when she came back.
“Can you what?”
“Can I…go to the bathroom.”
She chuckled.
“Sure! Go for it.”
He slowly got to his feet, his hands once again exploring
that blue creation now stuck on the front of him. He walked to the bathroom and started to
close the door, but she stopped him and pushed the door open. He got the message. She stood in the doorway as he figured out
how to pee with that blob on the front of him.
Since his cock was no longer separate from his balls, she had a feeling
the experience might be a bit strange for him.
He seemed to have no trouble peeing though.
“When you’re wearing pants,” she told him. “You may or may not need to sit down to pee
now. You’ll have to figure that much out
yourself.”
His head never even turned to look at her, he just stared
down at the pee flowing into the toilet.
He flushed it when he was done and washed his hands. “Now what?” he asked, still standing at the
sink, never turning to look at her.
“Did you throw away the nail polish you had?”
He shook his head.
“Where is it? Get
it.”
He went into his room and opened the bottom drawer of his
dresser. He rooted around for a moment
then came up with the bottle. Two
minutes later, she sat in a comfortable chair in his living room with him sitting
on the floor in front of her, his back to her chair. She rested her legs over his shoulders while
he sat struggling to paint his toenails.
She just knew the extra incentive of her sexy legs with the heels would make
the little chore more interesting for him.
Especially with that new chastity system his cock and balls were encased
in.
“You know Jozy,” she said as he worked on his toes. “There are many kinds of people in this
world. But the reality of it is that
we’re all just varying shades of somewhere between two different things. At one end of the spectrum, you’ve got people
who are completely dominant. At the
other end, submissive. But as I said,
most people fall somewhere in between.
Now me, I’m afraid I’m one of those people who is very close to the
dominant end. Guess where you are.” When he didn’t answer, she answered for
him. “Right Jozy. You I’m afraid, you’re one of the more
submissive people I’ve met. People who
were practically born to be pushed around by people like me. Aren’t you glad I came along and met
you?” She laughed and let him continue
working on his toes.
The surprise came for him when he finished with his toenails,
and she removed her legs from his shoulders.
She made him turn around and paint all of his fingernails as well, while
she rested her high-heeled feet right next to his hands. She didn’t miss the few times he furtively
looked briefly up at her naked pussy.
She wondered if that Plasti Dip covering his cock and balls was getting
any tighter yet.
Nail polish takes time to dry, so she made him splay his
fingers out on the floor between her feet and keep them that way long enough
that the polish could have probably dried twice. She finally decided enough time had gone
by. “Okay Jozy, up! Time to get busy with something else.”
He got to his feet but said nothing. He barely looked up from the floor, but she
noticed when he did, it was at her legs.
Lovely. “Come along Jozy,” she
told him as she headed for his bathroom.
“Did you throw away that bubble bath stuff you bought a few weeks ago?”
Hearing him speak was almost a new experience for her. “No,” He replied simply.
“Then get it. Run
yourself a bath. It’s time to soak your
aching body and shave those legs to make them all nice and sexy again.”
He had stored both bath solutions he had bought under his
bathroom sink where they would be out of sight.
She chose the box of bath oil crystals for him to soak in, noting that
it hadn’t even been opened yet. She
watched as he eventually settled himself in the warm, blue-tinted water. Water that would make his entire body smell
beautiful when he got out. She watched
as he washed himself slightly, his eyes seeming to constantly go to his red
fingernails. Mostly though, he paid more
attention to his plastic-coated cock and balls than anything else. That didn’t surprise her in the least. She had a feeling that he was going to become
very familiar with that blue blob in the near future. A blue blob that right now was a stark
contrast to the red on his fingernails as he touched it.
Eventually, she watched as right in front of her, he shaved
his legs, his armpits, his arms, and anywhere else she thought he needed it,
leaving his body nice and smooth.
After his bath, she made him coat his legs with the skin
lotion before having him don a pair of pull-up stockings. As he did, she noticed how he kept looking
down at his red toenails through the thin material. Was it turning him on again? With his plastic-coated cock, she had no way
of knowing…except that he did keep looking at them.
She had him get further dressed. Underwear, shirt, and pants. No shoes.
When he was ready she asked, “Okay Jozy, would you like to go out
somewhere now?”
She didn’t miss the way his hands came up just enough for
his eyes to glance down at his red fingernails.
“No. Please,” he
begged.
She shrugged.
“Okay. Your choice right now
Jozy. I just thought you might enjoy
it.”
“No. Please,” he said
once again.
She went over and sat in the same chair she had been sitting
in while he did his nails. “In that case
Jozy, I think it’s about time then.”
“Time for what?” he asked, fear coming back into his voice.
“Time for you to wet your pants of course. The one stinky awful thing you seem to be
obsessed with. Tell me Jozy, while I
wasn’t around, how many times did you do it?”
“Um…a few,” he admitted.
She laughed. “I’ll
bet it was more than a few. No
matter. I want you to stand there, look
at those pretty red toenails through your sexy stockings, and wet those pants
like the perverted fool we both know you are.”
When he didn’t seem to be doing anything she pressed harder. “Now Jozy!
I said wet those pants…now!” A
few seconds later, she added, “I’m not leaving until we’re finished, and this
is part of it. Now wet those pants
before I decide to add another consequence to your list, and don’t forget,
you’ve still got two more for us to handle already.” She noticed the look of fright that quickly
came to his face. “Wet your pants!” she
ordered.
She watched as his head bowed toward the floor again. A moment later, the wet spot became nicely
noticeable on the front of his pants.
“Lovely Jozy,” she said.
“Lovely. And of course, you know
what you’ve got to do next now, don’t you.”
When he didn’t answer or move, she asked again more firmly. “Jozy.
You know what you’ve got to do now.
Don’t you.” When he said nothing,
her voice became even firmer. “Answer
me! Do you know what you’ve got to do
now?”
He still said nothing, but his hand went down into the
waistband of his pants, and she watched as he tried to play with himself. She wondered just how that had to feel for
him. That plastic was pliable, so it
wasn’t completely hard. Yet he certainly
wasn’t going to get hard inside of it.
She had a feeling that eventually that blue plastic was going to give
new definition to the term, blue balls.
After less than a minute, he pulled his hand out. “I can’t,” he said.
“Stick your hand down there again and keep playing!” she
ordered sternly. “Fifteen minutes at
least, and don’t stop! I don’t care if
you can’t do it. Keep trying
anyway. Now get to work!” Once again his hand went down into his pants,
and she could see him working away inside.
She found the entire situation to be amusing.
“Jozy,” she said as he worked away. “I’ll be back again tomorrow for more
fun.” She noticed the look of fright on
his face. “No,” she said quickly. “I know we’ve still got to deal with those two
other consequences you’ve racked up, but not this weekend. Tomorrow will be nothing but fun for
you. I promise.” Her voice became stern. “Unless you give me the slightest bit of
trouble by not doing everything I tell you too…immediately!” She could tell that last statement somehow
got through to his brain.
She continued. “Now
tomorrow is Sunday,” she said. “I’ll
stop by about two o’clock. I want you to
take another bath just before that and shave completely again. Use that same box of bath stuff you used
earlier. And Jozy, I’ll be able to tell
just by smelling you if you used it or not.
Stockings or pantyhose under your pants.
Your choice. Just be fully
dressed when I get here. And Jozy, don’t
try to remove that polish from your fingers.
It stays until Sunday night.
With that, she got up and put her pants on. She threw the few remaining things she had
that were still out into her bag, then she walked up to him where he still had
his hand stuck down in his pants. “Play
with yourself as long and as much as you like Jozy. Enjoy yourself. That’s what this is all about,
remember?” She came close to laughing at
that.
She looked down at the front of his wet, pee-soaked
pants. “And Jozy, one of these days,
maybe soon, we’ve got to do something about this strange fascination you have
for wetting your pants all the time. I
just don’t get it!” She could have
laughed again since he had started wetting his pants and playing with himself
because she made him do it.
“See you tomorrow
Jozy,” she said softly. “Ta-ta.”
With that, she grabbed her bag and to the sound of her heels
on his floor, walked out.
