| “Good,” Mistress Kendra said crisply, adding, “Now, jerk yourself off for us. Show us how much you appreciate what we’ve been doing for you.”
Roger feebly began to pull on his tortured member, but instead of continuing to harden, it got soft again. In frustration he began to pull and yank and jerk it to the sound of the women’s laughter until a small bit of yellowish fluid crept out if it’s discolored tip.
Suddenly, Mistress Kendra, in a softer tone, said, “Alright, Roger, get up.”
He could hardly stand and, the weights till dangling from his balls, they led him to a chair and sat him down. Then, they blindfolded him again and Mistress Kendra said, “In a little while you will hear a bell ring and you may remove the blindfold. Not before. I want you to sit there for a while and think about how grateful you are to us for the gifts we have given you.”
Grinning at the naked, suffering and blindfolded man who was now their slave, both women went back up the stairs and left him alone in the cellar with the few thoughts he was able to pull together in what was left of a mind he knew was no longer his.
His thoughts seemed somehow removed from his body.
He was alone.
He was sailing, somewhere.
Where?
He knew his cock and balls were cut battered and burnt and his whole body ached.
He was alone with no idea where in the San Francisco area he was.
San Francisco?
Was he in San Francisco or in some New York dungeon that pretended to be in San Francisco?
He thought maybe he was hallucinating.
He knew maybe he was hallucinating.
He liked maybe he was hallucinating.
He felt something approaching elation, or was it depression?
Or, what was the difference?
It was as if he had gone off into some kind of altered state and was almost going to sleep, or was he almost passing out?
Or, what was the difference?
He was beginning to slide off of the chair.
To where?
His mind snapped to attention, but his body couldn’t make it.
He was disappearing from himself.
Roger knew he was on the floor and Mistress Kendra was leaning over him, removing the blindfold, and saying, “It’s morning. Why didn’t you take the blindfold off when the bell rang? Were you having too much fun?”
He was totally disoriented and didn’t know what to say.
The only light was one bare bulb hanging from the ceiling.
Mistress Kendra helped him to his feet and led him through an array of instruments of torture to a sofa and told him to sit down before calling out, “Yvonne!”
Yvonne appeared with a cup of hot chocolate.
Mistress Kendra ordered, “Drink this!”
Roger gratefully drank the hot chocolate as a wave of nausea swept over him.
Mistress Kendra put her face close to his and murmured, “Tonight we are going to a party.”
Roger tried to say something, but Mistress Kendra was gone.
The single light bulb went out and he was lying on the floor again.
Where was his mind?
He was hallucinating again.
Had he been hallucinating before?
He didn’t know.
It didn’t matter’
His balls hurt.
His cock hurt
He drifted off… somewhere.
Mistress Kendra was standing over him.
He could see warm golden piss pouring out of her lovely pussy and he opened his mouth to catch it.
A feeling of overwhelming gratitude enveloped him when she instructed, “Get up! We have to get you ready.”
He struggled to his feet and she helped him force an All-in-One girdle over his body and pull on some full fashion stockings. Then, as he stood wobbling on high heels, she put lipstick on his lips and a collar, with a leash attached, around his neck.
When she had finished, she stood back and, looking him up and down, murmured, “Perfect.”
All Roger could think of, as she led him up the steps from the dank basement was, “Will I ever see New York again?”
At the front door Mistress Kendra threw a cape around his shoulders and led him out to the van where Yvonne was waiting. They drove in silence to what appeared to be an old warehouse where Yvonne let them out. Before Yvonne pulled away, Mistress Kendra pulled the cape from Roger’s shoulder and said, “You won’t be needing that now.”
She grabbed the leash and led him into the warehouse where they were confronted with a mass of what Roger thought of as “wildly costumed” people. When, pulling hard on the leash, she introduced him to the crowd as her new “possession,” Roger realized he didn’t really care if he ever saw New York again because, right at that moment, he knew that, as Mistress Kendra’s “possession,” he was exactly where he should be.
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