The Perishable Heart
Chapter 4
Isolated. In darkness. Despair hung over me like a rain cloud. And baby, the
rain must fall. I lay in the fetal position, my cock caged, my balls chained to
the toilet. Tethered as I was, I could do little more than get up into a
kneeling position or slide a foot in either direction. My belly rumbled with
Annabeth's refuse and my face was still raw. What was the "real" Annabeth like,
I thought, and who was the young lady who just scalded me with coffee?
I must have fallen asleep because I felt a sharp pain in my ribs and opened my
eyes to blinding light. Annabeth was kicking me in my rib cage with the toe of
her shoes.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. You've been out for four hours. You gonna sleep your life
away?"
I adjusted my eyes and looked up at Annabeth. She wore a pale peach sundress and
a pair of peach sandals, thin-heeled and very strappy. Her sun-kissed amber
locks fell loosely about her shoulders. An oversized handbag hung from her
shoulder.
"Honeybear, I used your credit card while you were asleep. I hope you don't
mind. I went online and made a few special purchases from a really cool website.
They promised express delivery. I can hardly wait. I'm so excited to show you
the neat stuff I bought."
I sat up and cleared the cobwebs out of my head.
"Then I went to the mall to spend some more of your money. If you're a good
slave, maybe I'll put on a fashion show for you later. I brought home some
Chinese for lunch. I'm famished. Toodles."
My mouth felt dry and I had to pee. But although I was leaning against the
toilet, I couldn't use it. My cock couldn't reach over the rim, so I just had to
wait patiently. About a half hour passed when Annabeth returned.
"I brought you some leftovers, sweetie. After you've finished. I'll release
you."
Right there at my feet, Annabeth spilled a half carton of egg drop soup onto the
floor. Then she threw the carton at me. It softly hit my chest and landed on the
floor.
"But first, let me try out these handcuffs I bought at the pawn shop next to the
drive-through ATM. Yes, I kind of made a withdrawal, too. I saw you punch in the
code at the supermarket the first day we met. I hope you don't mind. I think I
left you with a little money. Call it your allowance." She giggled some more and
once again covered her mouth, an adorable habit she had. She was as lovely as
she was lethal and I was as afraid of her as I was in love with her.
"Hands behind your back, mister. You're under arrest," Annabeth giggled against
the back of my neck as she clamped the cuffs on. "Now eat. When I get back, I
expect the floor to be spotless."
Her heels clicked across the bathroom tile, then silently stepped onto the thick
bedroom carpet. Ten seconds later, she returned.
"I'm back! Hey, you didn't slurp up all the soup! Just kiiiiiiiiiiidding." This
fetching teenager, who enthralled my heart and captivated my cock, giggled again
as she turned and left once more.
I wasn't hungry but I was grateful that it was only soup she wanted me to
consume. I didn't think anything else would fit into my stomach in its present
condition. With my hands cuffed behind my back, the only way I could get my
tongue and lips to the floor was to drop to my side, then roll onto my distended
belly. With hardly any slack in my testicle chain, Annabeth made it very
difficult for me to reach the soup puddle. I slurped up as much as I could, then
swung around and used my foot to scoop it toward me.
Annabeth returned and seemed pleased with me. However, she noticed that my right
foot glistened with egg drop soup and demanded that I lick it off.
"But Goddess, I'm not a contortionist." As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I
wish I could've recaptured them. The look in her eyes was all it took. They were
as hot and green as a forest fire. S-L-A-P! This slap stung even worse than the
previous ones because my face was still sore from the coffee.
"You have much to learn, little man. Much to learn."
Annabeth retrieved a coil of rope and told me to lay on my back. The handcuffs
dug into my wrists as I complied. Deftly, she tied one end of the rope to my
right ankle and the other she wrapped around my neck. Then she pulled, and
pulled, drawing my foot closer to my head. She was choking my windpipe, and just
as I was about to complain, she loosened her grip and tied it off, my knee bent
awkwardly to the side. There I was, laying on my cuffed hands, my balls chained
to the toilet, and my right ankle tied to my neck. My foot was just inches from
my face and I tried to crane my neck and reach it with my tongue, but it was no
use. One inch. it might as well have been a yard.
"If you need some inspiration, just ask," Annabeth proclaimed. Then she calmly
took a seat on my stomach, facing me. Her pert tits resting against my bent leg
felt wonderful, but her weight was too much to bear. Perhaps if my belly wasn't
full of her garbage, I could more easily sustain Annabeth's 100 lbs. But the air
deflated from my lungs as soon as her ass touched my stomach.
"I'll get off when you lick it off. Not a second sooner. Well? I'm waiting."
It didn't take her too long to wait. I was either going to find a way to move my
head forward that extra inch, or I was going to pass out. Five licks and
Annabeth stood up.
"Thank you, honeybear. Where there's a will, there's a way."
Annabeth sent me home to recuperate, but told me to arrange to move in with her
for the summer.
"Be back in two days, honeybear. And pack light. When you get home, you can
remove the anal plug and tampon. Use plenty of peroxide on those 'bite marks'
around your hole. And bring plenty of panty liners. The plug will be returned to
its 'home' when you return and will stay there at all times over the summer,
except for when you take a dump."
She blew me a kiss and I could hear her giggling as I walked to my car.
The following night, when I came home from work, I heard the following message
on my voicemail:
"Hi honeybear. Guess what I got in the mail today? Those online purchases I told
you about. They're incredible, I can't wait to try them out on you. They'll be
perfect for your punishment. Forgot about that, huh? Well, you may have fessed
up about the cheating, but you still cheated. But I think I found a good way for
you to make it up to me. See ya tomorrow. Kiss-kiss."
