I dragged him by the hair and pushed him to the floor. Hooded him. Cuffed his hands to the base of the A-frame. A spreader bar kept his ankles apart. Rope to make his legs stay put. I raked a Whartenberg wheel all over his body. His left nipple drooled blood. With my single tail, I lashed at his chest, legs, balls while he whimpered and squirmed. Then I took the cane to him. Inner thighs. Soles. Nipples. The tip of the cane colored with blood. I smiled.
“Now you’re really fucked,” I said.
He went over the horse. Strapped and padlocked down. I put on my harness and violated his long-neglected ass. His chastity cage made sure his cock stayed soft. I put on the latex suffocation hood and harnessed in an even bigger dildo.
Told ya.
Is that something that already happened or something that might happen in the future?
Hrmmmm, do I get credit or blame… or both? 😉
You’d hafta ask him. 😉