The Perishable Heart Chapter 1 I finished my Sunday night grocery shopping and ambled my way out the sliding glass doors when something hit my peripheral vision. She was petite, with shoulder-length, straight and shiny honey-blonde hair, pouty lips, and a sullen demeanor. I wasn't quite sure of her age, but she was dressed rather conservatively. She had the attributes of a sixteen year-old, but the style of a late twenties professional woman. I was in a pickle. Should I continue toward the parking lot with my perishables or turn around and get a second look at the exquisite vision that had just caught my attention? I'd love to get a confirmation. Was she really as lovely as she was at first glance? My male thought process was in overdrive. I decided to turn around and follow her, to at least get a look at her ass. It was the right decision, I decided, when I finally took a long drink of her juicy bottom. It was a small package, but filled out in all the right spots. She wore jeans, which surprised me since she reeked of sophistication, but her sport jacket and pumps proved my first assumption to be correct. God, how old was this beauty, I muttered to myself. She seemed so youthful, yet beyond her years, simultaneously. This drove me wild, and drove me on from aisle to aisle as the frozen food in my cart started to drip, just like my poor starved cock. I knew how ridiculous I must have seemed, following around a girl in the supermarket that appeared to be half my age (I was nearly 40), but I couldn't help myself. She was too beautiful to ignore, too delicious to resist. I followed her to he liquor section as she picked up bottles of Absolut and apple schnapps. I zeroed in on her small, alabaster hand wrapping around the neck of the schnapps bottle and noticed the translucent pink polish on the tips of her slim fingers. How sweet, I thought. And how delectable. I needed to see that face again, I decided. At the frozen food aisle, I hit pay dirt. I got close enough to smell her light scent, a girlish perfume pervaded my senses as I finally committed her pretty face to memory. She had pale green eyes with a button nose and after she put a frozen California Pizza Kitchen box in her cart, I watched her apply another coat of pale pink lip gloss her to her sweet young lips. I tried to hide my erection behind my wagon of melting ice cream and TV dinners, but I was transfixed. That's when I realized that my jig was up. I had been discovered. "Hey, sweetie. I'm almost done here. I know you've been following me and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind going through the checkout counter with my apple martinis." I'm only 18 and I don't want any aggravation," she told me. I just looked at her. "Whatsamatter? Cat got your tongue? Or is it a pussy... cat?" I blushed and somehow stammered a response. "Ummmmmmmmmm, sure, I can check your liquor out for you. If it's important," I blurted out. "Ohhh, it's important," she answered. "But I'm little short. And not just in height," she giggled. "Can you buy it for me... pleeeeeeeeease" she implored. I turned even redder. But I could never turn this young girl down... for anything. I knew right away that I'd cut off my right arm for her. It was irrational, but true. As we made our way to checkout counter number 6, side-by-side, me with my melting wagon of perishables, and she with her wagon of liquor, frozen pizzas, sushi, cosmetics, and hair care products, she came to a halt and looked a me with sparkling, puppy dog eyes. They were moist emerald pools, and were impossible to deny. She handed off her cart and I knew what she wanted. I bent down to place her purchases on the check stand and proceeded to pay for them... all of them. Surprisingly, it was over $100.00. Cosmetics are damn expensive, I thought to myself. But she was worth it, I thought. What wouldn't I do for this tiny beauty, I considered for a fleeting moment. Little did I know how low I would go for her. Why, you may ask? I wish I knew. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And my heart was palpitating for her right then and there. After I debited my account for her, we walked toward the exit. "Thank you SOOOOO much. You are WAY too kind. If there's any way I can repay my debt, just let me know." she stated so innocently. I just looked at her with lust in my heart and dirty thoughts in my mind. "Ummmmm, wellll... IIIIII...." I somehow stammered. She giggled, the sweetest giggled known to mankind. I nearly melted and had a hard-on so extreme that it nearly broke my cockskin at the same time. I'd cut out my heart for this young girl, I decided, without a doubt in my mind. I'd cut it out and hand it to her on a silver platter. I looked deeply into her eyes for the first time that night. She was nearly a foot shorter than me, yet it was obvious who was in control. I might as well have been on my knees, for she was indeed the princess and I was her vassal. She couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall, certainly no more than 5'1" or 5'2". If she weighed more than a dollar, I'd have been shocked. All I knew is that I'd been hard since I first saw her that fateful night. "I don't even know your name" she said. "Brandon. My name is Brandon," I managed to stutter. "Nice to meet you, Brandon. I'm... well... that's for me to know and you to find out," she teased. With that, she turned on her heels and proceeded toward the parking lot. I could do nothing but watch her small derriere sway to and fro as I felt the pressure build in my loins. God, she was beautiful. Somehow, I managed to run, grocery wagon in tow, and finally caught up to her at her car: a red Toyota Camry. "Miss... ummmm. Ma'am, would it be to imprudent if I volunteered to load your car for you?" I offered. "How sweet," she responded. "You go right ahead honeybear, but I'm sorry, I don't have any tip money for you," she chirped. I loaded her hatchback and opened the driver side door for her. "I could still use your help when I get home. I have a long flight of stairs to climb and all these packages will make it awfully hard," she said so innocently. "I'd be privileged to carry your packages up for you, Miss." She just smiled and started her engine. I quickly got in my car and followed her the eight blocks to her house. It took four trips, but I finally brought all her packages inside. "Thank you, Brandon. That was sweet of you. Would you do me a favor?" I just looked at her dreamy green eyes. "Anything," I replied. "I'm glad you feel that way. My car, as you might have surmised, is filthy. Since I have no cash on hand, other than a few dollars to tip you, would you be a dear and wash it for me?" I smiled and before the words came out of her mouth answered "of course!" In a matter of minutes, she handed me the cleaning equipment and informed me that she'd be taking a bath while I washed her car in the parking lot. My groceries were melting while I hosed down her Toyota, but I was burning deep in my loins as she was soaping up her sweet pale flesh. An hour later, I was finished and promptly knocked on her door. She answered in a pale cream bathrobe with her wet hair tied in a pink scrunchie. She was gorgeous and smelled like flowers when she handed me a five dollar bill. "Ohhh, I couldn't take that," I replied. "You sure?" she asked. "Yep, I just wanted to do something nice for you," I told her. Her response was so charming, I thought I'd gone to heaven. "Then let me make it up to you. What would you like more than anything in this universe?" she queried. "What?" I asked kind of shell-shocked. "You heard me. If you can ask anything of me, what would it be?" I turned bright red and looked at the ground in front of her tiny bare feet. "Welllll." I stammered. "Tell me," she said in a demanding tone. "I... I... I..." I couldn't say it. "Tell me!" she demanded. "I want to kiss your feet," I managed to gush. "Kiss my feet?" she answered. "Is that it?" "Well, kiss your feet and suck your big toe" I told her shamefully. "My big toe?" All she could do was laugh uproariously. "Of course you can kiss my feet and suck my big toe. Go right ahead, Brandon," she said rather mockingly. We were still at her doorstep, so I was a little embarrassed. "Well, go ahead. This is your big chance. Do it, Brandon." I slowly got on my hand and knees as she lifted her bare left foot to me and I covered it with kisses before finally wrapping my parched lips around her pink-polished big toe. I sucked on it like I was a condemned man and it was my final meal. My erection strained through my pants as I sucked and sucked and sucked. When she had enough, she kicked my head away. "If you want more, Brandon, you may return to our friendly neighborhood supermarket next Sunday night. But beware, I won't be as kind as I was tonight. I mean it. If you return, your life won't be the same. I dare say that if you return, you'll be sorry." With that, she slipped a five dollar bill down my pants and shut the door in my face, leaving me there on her doorstep with a straining erection. Suddenly, she opened the door and stuck her small delicate hand down my pants, lightly brushing my hard, meaty cock and fishing out her money. "Sorry honeybear, but I'll need this for the post office tomorrow," she informed me, then shut the door in face once again. "By the way," she whispered though the door. "This isn't my house. I'm housesitting for a friend. I still live at home with my parents." I still didn't learn her name and wondered if I had the nerve to return to the store next Sunday night. If you're the mystery woman who met me at the supermarket last Sunday night, please e-mail me at damselsthrall@yahoo.com. I think I'm in love with you.
The Perishable Heart Chapter 2 With visions of this teen beauty still dancing in my head, when I arrived home I stroked myself like a brainless beast. In fact, I masturbated five times a day for the next two days. That's more than I wanked the entire month. But this young fresh thing, this girl with flesh that looked yummier to the eye than all the delicacies in the world, touched my core like no other woman ever had. I thought about her constantly for 48 hours straight. Then I received an unusual e-mail: "Brandon, I just read your story on the internet on one of my favorite sites. I couldn't believe that was you. You are soooooo cute. I can't wait to see you. But I can't wait until Sunday. Please come over tonight. 8pm. Bring a smile. Love, your mystery girl." Wow. That was short, and sweet, and very hot. It drove me crazy all day and at 8pm sharp, I pulled up to her curb and took a deep breath. There was a strange car in the driveway. Not her red Toyota hatchback, but another car: a black Mercedes. I wasn't sure what to do. I waited until 8:10 then decided I had better go for broke. I headed toward the door and pressed the buzzer. A middle-aged man answered the door and I was aghast. "Ummmmm.. I'm sorry. I think I have the wrong address." I managed to stammer. I then turned and went back toward my car, cursing that young hottie under my breath. The owners of the house had apparently returned, but my young beauty had neglected to inform me. I felt like hell. Horny, but angry, as I sat in my car and wondered my next step. I decided to go to back to the supermarket and hang out in the parking lot. I was there until 10pm and fell into a light slumber. When I awoke, there was a note on my windshield. I quickly got out of my car and grabbed it. "Dear Brandon, I'm sorry but the Cheevers returned a few days earlier than expected. If you're still interested in me please refrain from masturbating (I know you've been pulling it like it was going out of style) and meet me back at the frozen food section at 8pm on Sunday night. If you want to have a relationship with me, you'll be there with bells on and with a nice gift for me. Love and kisses, your mystery girl. PS: my cell phone number is 3*7-5*98. But only call it in case of an emergency." I reread the note about 20 times. I decided to grin and bear it and do exactly as she said. It wasn't easy, but I held back from wanking and met her at the appointed time with a lump in my pants and a bigger one in my throat. It was a full week since I had seen her and I was beyond hungry for her. It was pathetic, I knew, but I needed her. I needed her and hated myself for needing her. When our eyes finally met and she eyed the bouquet of white roses in my hand, she only said one word: "bathroom." I ran there and waited for her before I entered, looking both ways before I followed her in. She told me to wait by the sink and I obliged, nervously watching the door as I heard her tinkle. When she opened the stall door, she pointed to the toilet and told me further instructions were floating inside and I should retrieve it. As I dove in, she told me to be at check stand six in 4 minutes to pay for my groceries. I did as I was told and as I headed for the cashier, I finally read her wet note. "Be at the Macy's parking lot next Sunday afternoon at 3pm and be prepared pay for my happiness." At the check stand, I pulled out my wallet and paid for her groceries. This time, it cost me a whopping $150 dollars. But I didn't care. She was worth it, I thought. She thanked me and as I loaded her Camry, she gave me a peck on the cheek. I didn't see her again until the following Sunday in the mall parking lot. Her written instructions were explicit. No wanking, she warned. When I escorted her into Macy's, it was clear that she intended to bust the bank, my bank. She spent over $300 on clothes and I almost complained, but she saw the apprehension in my eyes and frowned. Then she slapped me across my face. After I helped her load her car, she told me that she couldn't take me home because of her parents, but that the Cheevers wanted her to housesit for the entire summer. Just a few more weeks and she'd have me all to herself, she promised. But she said she wanted to make sure I was honest. "Honest?" I asked. "Chaste," she replied. "I want to make sure you're all mine until then. She told me to meet her in front of the adult book store on 5th Street the following Sunday night. I was so horny for this girl, I thought about rubbing one out constantly, but refrained in deference to her. I truly didn't want to disappoint her. When Sunday rolled around, I was in agony. She looked absolutely tasty in front of the X-rated store in short shorts and a tank top and tennies, her golden tresses in a yellow scrunchie. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I ached for her like I didn't think possible. We entered the small store hand in hand and a she was swift with her purchases. She chose up an unusual-looking cock cage that I wasn't familiar with in my internet travels. It was a plastic and rubber device and the store employee told is it was quite effective. My goddess (she still didn't tell me her name) also bought an unusual looking butt plug: one with nasty looking teeth around the base. I paid for them, naturally, then drove, as per her directions, to our original rendezvous point: the grocery store. There, she bought (with my money) a mini combination lock and, when we returned to my car, she had me pull down my pants and fitted the cage on my cock. We needed to wait a good 25 minutes for it to wilt, even with the help of a cup of ice from the neighboring McDonald's, so she could finally padlock it, spinning the numbers around, the numbers that only she knew. "There, now you're mine. Be back at the Cheevers’ house three weeks from today. I'll be there for the summer and I want you with me. See you then, Brandon, my honeybear." With that, she gave me a peck on the cheek and walked to her car. She didn't want me knowing her identity nor where her parents lived. I had a feeling she lived close by but I just drove home, my cock aching in its prison, but my heart aching even harder. Waiting the three weeks was damn near impossible but I had no choice. I didn't know where she lived nor how to contact her, but I knew where her housesitting duties were and could only wait. When the time came, I showed up at the appointed time and followed her directions to enter her bathroom silently and strip. She checked out the cock cage and seemed to be satisfied that no monkey business occurred. When I was nude, she attached a dog chain around my cock and balls and padlocked it around the toilet. There was no slack for me to stand nor reach the water pressure valve which she turned off. "Now Brandon, I have a chore for you, my little toy. See that wastebasket over there? I want you to empty it, but in my own special way," she added. "I want you to ingest every thing in there, swallow it, and the only help you'll get is the water in the toilet bowl. All you get is one flush, so be prudent and conserve. I'm going to bed and when I wake up in the morning, I expect the basket to be empty. If it's not, I don't ever want to see you again. understand?" I was confused, and knew she could tell. "Brandon, what I'm telling you is that if you can't swallow my bathroom waste, I'll know you're not suitable for me. You have 7 hours, good luck, honeybear. With that, she turned and left, shutting the door behind her. I couldn't believe it. This chick whose name I didn't even know, had asked me to eat her bathroom trash and if I couldn't follow through, she was going to dump me. I had 7 hours and as I looked into the basket, I knew it would be tough. I sifted through the contents and thought it was a crazy task. "Why was I here?" I thought to myself. Then I thought of that sweet face and those green eyes. Who could resist that killer body? I couldn't deny that angel anything and immediately dove into my meal. On top of the basket were some used tissues. I started to open them up and knew it was a mistake. It was apparent that in the first one, she had blown her nose. So I gritted my teeth and soaked the tissue in the toilet. I tore piece by piece off into my mouth and forced it down my throat, dipping my head in the toilet to suck down some water to help it slide down. Next, I found a styrofoam cup with coffee stains and a smudged lipstick imprint around the top. I chewed off a piece, then another and another, dunking my head in the toilet for some more water. Then, I found a paper wrapper. It covered a leftover Egg Mcmuffin that smelled rather rank. This would be tough, I thought. I somehow managed to chew and swallow the old breakfast sandwich, but tearing off piece by piece of the large paper wrapper proved difficult. I don't know how I did it but I swallowed it all. Thinking of my teen princess sleeping in her soft bed certainly helped. A half-eaten, but rock-hard bagel went down rather easily when soaked in toilet water, but then the dental floss, which I wadded up and swallowed with the help of a lot more water was way more difficult. I dunked a couple of cotton balls stained with old makeup in the toilet and swallowed them whole. But as morning approached, I realized that the Q-tips, all 6 of them, laying at the bottom the basket and stained with makeup, or god knows what else, would be a near impossible task. There was some more toilet paper laying underneath, and I chewed and swallow that first. I don't know what was inside nor did I try to identify the taste, but I held my breath and forced it down. But those damn Q-tips. I tried to figure out several ways to get them down my throat. But it was soon obvious that I could not, no matter how hard I tried. I held all 6 Q-tips in my hand as I heard an alarm clock buzz. My young goddess entered the bathroom about two minutes later and she saw me holding the Q-tips. Words couldn't describe the disappointment and anger registering on her face. All she said was to get dressed and get out. "Bbbbbbut..." I stammered in a weak response. She just stared icepicks into me. "Bbbbbut nothing." she mocked. "Get the fuck out, you worthless piece of shit. I'm through with you." She unlocked my balls from the chain and threw my clothes at me and I was home in under 25 minutes. I cried myself the entire ride home. I couldn't believe it. I failed such a simple task. I was miserable and couldn't sleep. I got very sick and had cramps and diarrhea for the next three days. I even had to call in sick for work for two of those. The following day, I called her cell phone number and left a message on her voice mail. I apologized abjectly and asked if I could anything to make amends. I didn't hear back for 3 days and left another message. The following Sunday, I showed up in front of the Cheevers’ house and left another message. After 6 hours, she never showed up, so I returned the following day, but parked a block away. Again, I didn't see her enter nor leave. The day after, I watched her pull up in a Jaguar and a man half my age got out of the car and opened her door for her. She kissed him gently on the cheek and went inside. I waited a few minutes after he drove away and rang her bell. When she answered with a smile, the look on her face was indescribable. Her smile, and her color, drained completely. "Brandon, you animal. you filthy degenerate animal. How DARE you! if you're not out of my face in 10 seconds I'm calling the cops. 10-9-8-7-6..." That's all I needed. I thought about pleading my case, but all that came out was "bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbut my cage. My cccco..." But I interrupted myself and ran down the block toward my car. I was devastated. I tried to wank every other hour for a week thinking of her. But it was useless. I couldn't even get fully erect in that god damn cage. Finally, on the seventh day, a package arrived on my doorstep. It was the butt plug from the X-rated store: an unusual-looking, and extremely large, butt plug with nasty-looking teeth at the base. The package also included instructions from my teen goddess. "Brandon, if you still want me and value our time together, you'll grease up that plug, using only your saliva, and shove it in your worthless asshole. Then you'll meet me at Athena's on Saturday night at 7:30pm sharp. I want a nice dinner and a fine bottle of wine. But most of all, I want to hear your apology." Needless to say, I was there with bells on. Not exactly bells, but a cock cage and a butt plug, one that dug into my anal ring with angry incisors. When I arrived, I gingerly sat at the table and waited patiently. It was painful and she was over a half hour late. But what walked thought the front door took my breath away. My cock bobbed in its plastic prison, and my sphincter gripped the plug as my weight shifted and pressed hard onto its bare teeth. I stood up to greet her and she looked absolutely ravishing. Her honey-blonde hair fell loosely around her pretty face and her ivory dress and ivory leather slingback heels gave her slim figure an elegant carriage. She couldn't have been more than a 34B. Her slender legs seemed longer than they ever had and I was literally drooling by the sight. After we took our seats, she immediately slipped off her leather slingbacks and casually played with my caged cock with her pink-tipped porcelain-delicate toes. The teeth in the plug dug in harder around the periphery of my anus as I whimpered. "Ooooh baby, you okay? Why don't you go to the bathroom and freshen up," she cooed. I complied and when I rearranged myself, I noticed there was a ring of blood in the seat of my underwear. I informed princess about it when I returned to our table and she told me that I'd need a panty liner since that plug would be a regular part of my ensemble from now on. After we placed our order and she asked for an expensive bottle of Merlot, my teenaged temptress excused herself and went to the Ladies Room. When she returned, she just casually smiled at me and pulled out a small vial of amber fluid and emptied it into the wine glass in front of her. When our waitress shortly brought out our Merlot, she asked about the "white wine" in the middle of our table. "Oooh don't worry, that's just Brandon's special elixir," she told her. She moved it toward me as if our waitress seemed to understand. She poured her a glass of Merlot, and my "date" made a toast. "To us, to a long and satisfying relationship...... satisfying for me, anyway," she giggled and we drank. It was painfully obvious what I was drinking. It was my goddess' pee. The look in her eyes told me to swallow it down quickly and without hesitation or complaint. All the while she rubbed her cute toes along my caged shaft and told me how handsome I was. I repaid the compliment and she immediately jabbed a big toe into my bloated balls, doubling me over. "NEVER EVER speak unless spoken to, YOU HEAR ME, boy?" I nodded, and winced, as we continued dining. Then she asked for my apology and I blubbered something incoherent even though I had practiced it for days. The gist was that I'd promise to do ANYTHING to make it up to her. That just made her smile mischievously and lick her lips suggestively. After I paid the bill, we left and I drove her home. "If you think we're even you're wrong, dead wrong, boy." She lead me back to her bathroom and repeated the process from the week before: stripping me and latching me to the toilet. "This time, if you don't eat the ENTIRE contents of my wastebasket, you're going to cease to exist for me. Not only will that cage never come off, but if you ever show up here again I'll call the police and have you arrested on charges so vile you'll never see the light of day. Understand?" I nodded and she left me there padlocked to her toilet all night long to eat her refuse. I was addicted to something worse than heroin. No treatment center could help me. No drug could wean me. My life had entered a zone that had consequences too frightening to imagine. It was frightening because I entered it with open arms. But as I opened up to it, it closed all around me. As I looked into the wastebasket and took a deep breath, she opened the door, surprising me. "Brandon, I almost forgot, one more thing." She squatted down as her hair tickled my face and her scent drove my cock into its hard plastic prison and my anal muscles flexed against its intruder. She fiddled with my cage and I heard a "click." When she was through, she kissed me on the tip of my nose and pinched my cheek. "Thank you Brandon, for being mine." When she closed the door behind her, I looked down at my imprisoned organ. She had attached a metal dog tag. It was engraved. I took hold of it and turned it so the light shone properly on the inscription. "PROPERTY OF GODDESS ANNABETH." I sighed. I belonged to a girl named Annabeth. Goddess Annabeth. I smiled contentedly and stuck my hand in the basket, pulling out...... a used tampon.
The Perishable Heart Chapter 3 I heard Annabeth turn on the bedroom television on the other side of the door. It was pretty loud and I heard a familiar voice. It was that of the voiceover announcer that you hear on every other movie trailer these days. My new Goddess was going to peacefully watch a DVD before she fell asleep as I crouched on the cold tile floor of her bathroom. As I leaned on my haunches staring at the tampon that dangled from my fingertips, I listened closely and realized what movie she was watching. I smiled to myself, then shuddered. It was cute and calculating, irresistibly sweet but made me extremely nervous. The movie that Annabeth was watching was Mean Girls. My eyes moistened as I tried to figure out my course of action. How was I going to swallow that thing? I stared at the tampon and knew the first thing I had to do was soak it in the toilet water and clean it off. As it swam in the bowl, I reached toward the counter and realized I could just barely pull the drawer open and pull myself up enough to reach inside. Maybe a pair of scissors to cut the tampon into pieces would work. I felt around a bit but the closest thing to scissors I could feel with my fingers was a pair of tweezers. I pulled them out and realized they were useless. Suddenly, the door sung open and Annabeth appeared behind me. It was an unexpected jolt and I dropped the tweezers into the toilet as she hovered above me. I twisted around and looked up at her. My god, she was stunning. My eyes licked her from the pink burnished toenails of her bare size five feet, up her slender alabaster legs, to her pink cotton panties, up past her white wifebeater shirt, and finally to that angelic visage. Her soft pink lips were bouncing up and down and I realized she was chewing gum. My hungry eyes finally rested on her golden hair tied off into a ponytail by a white scrunchie. She wrinkled her nose like she was smelling day-old fish and barked at me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You think you can just flush it down the toilet? It won't be that easy, little man." I knew she was angry when she called me a little man instead of her honeybear. I was more than twice her age and the term "little man" was quite humiliating. Towering above me, she leaned over and peered down into the toilet. "What the hell is that?" she demanded to know. I turned to look up at her. "That's a tweezer, Annabeth." S-M-A-C-K! She delivered a stinging slap hard across my face. "That's Goddess, to you, little man. understand? From now on, you are to address me with proper respect. Goddess Annabeth or Goddess will suffice. Now get that tweezer out of there and dry it off wit some TP. And don't even try to flush anything down the toilet. The pressure is shut off and the tank is empty since I already flushed it once after I turned the valve. If you flush it again, the bowl will empty without refilling and in the morning I'll know that you cheated. You know what happens to cheaters, little man?" I nodded my head from side to side. "Good. because if you did, you'd know the real me. But your choice is easy. Fulfill the task I've given you and make me happy. Fail once again, and you'll never see me again for the rest of your life. But if you try to cheat, then I'll have no choice but to reveal the real Goddess Annabeth. The choice is yours. Now, why the fuck did I come in here anyway?" she asked rhetorically, rubbing her chin and pursing her glossy lips. "Oh yeah, I have a present for you." Annabeth bent over the waste basket and spit her gum out. I looked at the big purple wad resting on top of a cardboard toilet paper core. "Bon appetit, honeybear," she sang and shut the door behind her. I breathed in hard through my nose and decided to leave the tampon for the end. The first thing I did was pop the gum into my mouth and savor the taste of Annabeth's saliva. It was grape bubblegum, maybe two or three pieces lumped together, quite a big wad. But it tasted like ambrosia. It was warm from her mouth and still very moist and sweet. I don't think she had been chewing it long. I closed my eyes and must have kneeled there for 20 minutes, savoring it and sucking all of Annabeth's essence out. My hand naturally found it's way to my cock, but was stopped by its plastic prison. Once again, it tried to get hard, but could only manage a semi. How I longed to stroke it whenever Annabeth was anywhere nearby. I could still smell her as her light floral scent engulfed me. I had no clock to guide me, but figured I'd better get a move on because I had a long night ahead of me and a full trash can. I could still hear the movie running in the bedroom and occasionally would hear Annabeth giggle. It took about 5 separate bites and swallows, but finally the gum eased down my throat. I followed up with the toilet paper core which I soaked in the toilet. As it softened, I rummaged around in the basket. It was mostly the same stuff as the last time, except for a soap bar sliver and an apple core. By the time Mean Girls ended, I felt bloated, but still had about half the trash to go plus that dreaded tampon. A few hours later, my knees were in agony and my back was stiff, but I had still not yet solved the tampon conundrum. My belly was mildly distended from consuming the entire contents of Annabeth's wastebasket, and I was slightly queasy, yet had to soldier on. Suddenly, I heard the bedroom window opening and I panicked. I realized that it must be morning and Annabeth was awake. Without thinking, I swiftly dunked my hand in the toilet and rung out the excess water from the tampon. Then I reached around and roughly pulled the plug out of my ass. I had to bite my tongue from screaming. The pain was immense since my anal canal had dried up considerably since the plug had last entered. The bloody teeth mark-like indentations around my anus hurt even more when the air hit them. Making haste, I lubed up a couple of my fingers with saliva and loosened my asshole some more. I winced as I felt like a red-hot poker had been there all night. I worked two, three, then four fingers into my asshole as I heard Annabeth open the bedroom door and walk into the hallway. As I twisted four fingers in up to the second knuckle, I put the tampon in my mouth and sucked on it, getting it ready for its new hiding place. Time seemed to stand still when I heard the bathroom doorknob turn. It felt like I was moving in slow motion when I finally pushed the tampon deep into my ass, with the butt plug right behind it. I groaned when the sharp teeth at the base of the invader hit home. Sinking back on my heels, I turned to Annabeth who looked radiant, a halo of sunlight framing her head from behind. In her delicate little hands, she held a coffee mug and stood there in the doorway silently blowing on it. She gave me a stern look as if to say, "staring isn't permitted." I looked down at the floor as she walked over and peeked over my shoulder into the toilet. It felt like minutes passed, when in actuality it was only a matter of seconds. I was shaking. She put her hand around my throat, then let it rest on my shoulder. "I'm so proud of you, honeybear. You did it. You actually did it. You're the bestest slave in the whole wide world. And you're mine, all mine." I turned to look up at her smile serenely. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she cooed and put the steaming mug down on the counter. She wrapped her arms about herself and added "I'm the luckiest girl ever. You did it, honeybear. You did it for me. God, I feel so special. You are sooooo sweet and sooooo cute. Look at that tummy of yours. It's sooooo big!" She rubbed her soft bare toes in circles along the surface of my bloated stomach before finally poking her big toe at my belly button I looked into her eyes, attempted a smile, then looked away. She sensed something was wrong. Placing a hand back on my shoulder, her tone remained soft. "Now honeybear, I should tell you that there IS a worse thing than cheating. That's lying. I can be a forgiving person, I've already proved that. But I've never forgiven a liar. Without trust, there's nothing. Is there something you want to tell me?" I hesitated and she stroked my cheek. Looking up into her large green eyes, tears started to stream down my face. "I'm sorry Goddess. I panicked." She squatted down so we were face to face. Her warm breath felt cool on my tears. Her demeanor was still gentle. "Where is it?" "I...... I...... I hid it. Inside my body." I expected the worst. But a smile broke out on her face and she started to giggle, covering her mouth with her tiny hand. Then her hand moved up to her forehead and she shook her head. "Poor baby. Well, I guess it was gonna wind up there anyway, wasn't it?" She giggled again and I finally smiled. S-P-L-A-S-H! The hot coffee splattered across my face. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Annabeth's eyes were ablaze. I sank my head into the toilet to cool off. Moving my head all around the cool, but filthy water. It was a kind of a muddy pink. When the stinging abated, I pulled myself up. Tapping the empty mug against the palm of her hand like it was a fist, she bit the corner of her lip as if studying me as I tried to focus on her as toilet water dribbled down my forehead. "The tampon stays. So will you. But you'll pay. Dearly." Shutting the light, she slammed the door shut as my life flashed before my eyes.
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."
The Perishable Heart Chapter 5 I arranged to have my mail held at the post office for the duration of the summer and had my newspaper delivery terminated and my utilities turned off. I drove to Annabeth's summer house after work. I followed her directions and packed light, bring only one bag of clothes with me. Annabeth greeted me at the door wearing her wet hair in a ponytail and no makeup. She told me she just went for a swim in the backyard. She was barefoot and wore denim cutoffs and a pink belly T that said "Boys R My Toys" in sparkly letters. Her midriff was bare and flat and you could see a few ribs. She was a lean mean fighting machine. "Honeybear, be a sweetie and go get us a pizza and some beer, mmmkay? Pineapple and anchovies. I have some things I need to set up." "But, ummmm Goddess Annabeth?" "Yes, honeybear?" "I ran out of cash. I won't be getting paid until next week and you... I mean I used up the rest of my allowance." "Then use your credit card," she instructed me. "But I reached my limit," I replied. Rolling her eyes, she pressed the palm of her right hand to her forehead. "Oh, honeybear. What am I gonna do with you?" She looked at my watch, calmly retorting "pawn shop," and slammed the door in my face. Oh my god, I thought to myself. Is this what it came down to? Pawning my watch for dinner? I looked at the tree-lined street in this upper-middle class neighborhood and wondered how many others here had to pawn their watches to eat dinner tonight. But, then again, how many here had earlier in the week been chained naked and forced to consume the waste receptacle contents in their bathrooms? I got a measly $25 bucks for my watch, but I was in no position to bargain. I stopped by the mini-mart and got a six-pack of Bud, then waited for my pizza. Pineapple and anchovies? Yuck! But what was I going to do? I was in no bargaining position with Annabeth either. She owned my heart and my cock. I had to do as she wished. It was as simple as that. After I paid for the pizza, I had exactly three bucks to my name. When I got to Annabeth's house, I heard giggling coming from the kitchen. I entered and saw Annabeth sitting at the table with another young woman, a redhead approximately the same age. They were eating pizza and drinking Heinekens. "Honeybear, you're back! Shelby here brought over dinner, a sausage and pepper pie. Ewwww, what's that smell?" "I guess it's the pineapple and anchovies," I answered. "What? That's gross. What on earth persuaded you to buy something like that? Fuck! I can't take that smell," Annabeth said disdainfully as she wrinkled her nose and grabbed my pizza box. She slammed the box on the counter and folded it in half, then stuffed it into the kitchen trash can. "Take that outside to the curb. I can hardly breathe." I knew better than to answer her back, so I quietly complied and said goodbye to $15. When I returned, Annabeth and Shelby had retired to the living room with my Budweiser to play Halo. "Honeybear, Shelby and I left you some pizza and beer. When you're finished, you can come back out here and keep us some company." Famished, I sat down at the table and opened the pizza box to find...... crusts. They left me crusts. I got up and opened the fridge. At east they left me a bottle of Heineken. Well, half a bottle anyway. I sat down and ate Annabeth's and Shelby's crusts and lifted the Heineken bottle to my lips. As soon as it hit my tongue, I knew it wasn't beer. I gagged a little, but didn't spit it out. I also knew better than to spill it into the sink or throw it out. So I drank it all. Annabeth and Shelby were all giggles in the living room. No wonder. They were working on their second six-pack of beer and the two of them together probably weighed less than me. "So honeybear, how was dinner?" "Dinner was delicious, Goddess." "And the beer? How was that?" "The beer was delicious, Goddess." "Really? I wasn't sure if you had a taste for imported." "I love Heineken. But I only had enough money for Bud tonight." "That's not what I meant, honeybear. The brew you drank tonight was imported from Rosewood Avenue." I looked at her puzzled. "Rosewood Avenue?" I asked. "Yeah," Shelby interrupted. "I'm from Rosewood." The two girls burst out laughing. I had drunk Shelby's pee. A girl less than half my age who I only met a half hour earlier. I turned red from embarrassment. But my cock stirred in its plastic prison as I ogled Shelby. She was as petite as Annabeth, but more full-bosomed, perhaps a C-cup. Her hair was longer than Annabeth's, hanging in ringlets to nearly the middle of her back. She wore white short shorts and a pale blue tank top. On her feet were a pair of pale blue cotton socks with lacy trim. She noticed me ogling her and smiled while girlishly bit down softly on her thumb. Annabeth enjoyed the show as she downed another bottle of beer. Shelby's cell phone ringer finally cut the sexual tension in the room. She took the call and learned that her ride wasn't coming. She had a curfew tonight and had to be home by nine. "Honeybear, be a dear and drive Shelby home, mmmkay?" Annabeth said. "Yes, Goddess." Shelby gathered up her things: her books, her tennies, and her bikini that was hanging in the bathroom. She put all of it in her backpack. "Honeybear, would you mind picking up some orange juice on the way home? I want to make screwdrivers for lunch tomorrow. Thanks, baby." I had three dollars left, so I would just make it. Annabeth kissed me on the cheek and hugged Shelby as we got in my car. When we turned the first corner. Shelby got frisky. At first, she played footsie with me, running her sock-covered foot up and down my calf. "You have sexy lips, Brandon." "Thank you, Shelby." "How about me?" "What?" "Do you think I have sexy lips, Brandon?" "Ummmm...... yes, Shelby. Your mouth is very pretty. I looked over at her at the first red light and noticed how attractive she really was. Aquamarine almond-shaped eyes, a wide mouth, kissable lips, a small upturned nose with a splash of freckles, a long graceful neck, and a generous set of breasts on a thin frame. "You think so? I think it's too big." "Too big? no way. it's the perfect size." "The perfect size for what?" I blushed. "You know what I mean. If anyone's mouth is too big, it's mine." "That's ridiculous. Can you stick your fist in your mouth?" "My fist? I doubt it. No, I'm sure of it. It's not that big." "That's what I mean. I can fit MY fist in my mouth. Watch." As we reached Rosewood Avenue, Shelby put her fist in her own mouth. Incredible. "Yeah, but you're a petite thing. Your hands are so tiny. And I bet your feet are small, too. What's your shoe size?" "I'm a four." "See what I mean. It's not your mouth that's big, but the rest of you that's small. Except for... ummmm." "Except for what?" "Your chest," I meekly replied. "Oh, that. But I bet my feet aren’t that small." "How much?" "How much, what?" "How much you wanna bet that your feet are TOO that small?" "How much you got on you?" "Three dollars." "Ooooohhh, big spender. What's the bet?" "I bet I can fit the socks you're wearing into my mouth." "No way. My feet are bigger than my fist. No way you can do that." "Bet I can." "Deal." As we pulled up to her parents' house, Shelby excitedly pulled off her blue socks, only to reveal another pair underneath. "Annabeth's floors are always so cold. I don't know why," Shelby gleefully said as she peeled off the remaining pair. "Be my guest," she said handing me the two pairs. Oh god, what did I get myself into. My last three bucks were riding on whether I could fit four of Shelby's socks into my mouth. She watched me intently, biting gently on her thumbnail as I easily put the first two in. They were the two she removed last and were the moistest and most fragrant ones. The final two were the ones she had been walking around in and the soles were extremely dirty. I crammed number three in as Shelby's eyes widened and she sat up on one knee, the other leg curled up in front of her. As I tried to pack the last sock into my mouth, my cheeks bulged and I realized it was a fruitless effort. A man appeared at the door and called out Shelby's name. It was 9 o'clock, Shelby's curfew. She held out her hand. "Pay up, mister. Dad's waiting." I reached up to remove the socks and she held my arm down. "Money first." I looked at her with bulging cheeks as I saw her father start to walk toward the car. I quickly reached for my wallet and gave Shelby my last three dollars. She kissed my chubby cheek and whispered in my ear. "Consider the socks a gift. Don't remove it until you get home to Annabeth. Good night, handsome." My cock throbbed in Annabeth's cage and I sped home, needing relief. I pulled Shelby's socks from my mouth as I pulled into the driveway and carried them into the house. "Back so soon?" Annabeth said, greeting me at the door. I told her the whole sordid story and Annabeth had to stifle a giggle. "What am I gonna do with you little man? You can't follow simple directions. Tomorrow morning before work, you'll donate blood and use the money to buy me OJ. If I don't get to have a screwdriver with my lunch, it'll be your ass. And I mean that literally." "Yes, Goddess" was my weak reply. "Now, as to your punishment for the tampon scandal, follow me.
The Perishable Heart Chapter 6 I followed Annabeth up the stairs to her bedroom, watching her small heart-shaped ass sway from left to right in their cut-off jeans. It made my mouth drool. How I longed to remove the cage and slide my cockmeat between those juicy cheeks. "Taaahhh-daaahhh! You like?" "What is it," I asked as I looked at the weird contraption Annabeth had set up at the foot of her bed. http://www.extremerestraints.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/ri780.jpg "It's called a Cock and Ball Pillory. It's for errant wieners and bad balls." Her final remark put Annabeth in stitches. She had to use both hands to cover her mouth this time. "Instead of spending your nights in the bathroom, you'll get to spend them here with me." I must have turned several shades paler, but eating Annabeth's garbage seemed like a walk in the park compared to this. I was told to strip and plug myself. Although I did it gingerly, the sharp teeth once again bit into the skin around my anus, causing me sharp pain until I got used to it. Then it merely dissipated into a dull pain. Annabeth proceed to handcuff my wrists behind my back and had me back into the pillory. She made me get up on tiptoes, then shackled my ankles to the base and locked my testicles to the ball crusher part at the top. As bad as it looks, it felt a thousand times worse. The strain immediately shot up my calves and I knew it would be a long night. At least, I had hoped it would be long. What if it's a short night? What if I didn't last? What if my legs gave out? Worse yet, what if my balls gave out? I could already feel the perspiration start to form at the back of my neck. Annabeth had positioned the pillory so it was facing her bed, but she said most days she would likely decide to make me face away to offer her more privacy. However, she thought the first night was special. "Where are Shelby's socks?" Annabeth asked while she was brushing her teeth. "Next to my bag in the guest room," I answered with labored breaths, still unsure of how to conduct myself while I was in this devilish contraption. After she washed her face and put on her nightshirt, which was actually just an oversized strawberry-colored T shirt, she retrieved Shelby's socks. "You should've won that bet, honeybear. Watch this." Amazingly, Annabeth managed to pack all four socks into my mouth. But she knew the proper technique. "You look like a fucking beaver. Speaking of beaver......" To my shock and surprise, Annabeth turned around reached for the remote control laying a pillow. her nightshirt hiked up above her narrow hips as she bent at her waist. I got a flash of her shaved beaver as well as her creamy white ass. I moaned into the sock gag, partly out of desire, partly out of pain. My cock desperately wanted to expand, but couldn't due to the cage. I instinctively wanted to thrust my hips toward Annabeth, but any slight movement would wrench my balls from my body. The pickle I was in was as sour as they get. Annabeth turned on the TV and watched the late night shows as I stewed and strained. Occasionally, she would look over at me and smile. I was on my tiptoes, unnaturally hunched over, balls clamped behind me, wrists cuffed behind me, asshole impaled by a plug with fangs, and two pairs of socks crammed into my cheeks. At about two in the morning, she fell asleep and approximately a half hour later, the TV timer shut itself off. I just stood there staring at my tormentor, my beautiful tormentor. One of her legs was draped over the blanket, about three feet from my perspiring face. I stared into the smooth sole of her bare foot. I wanted to lick it, up and down, and in between the toes, sucking on each one like little gumdrops. But instead I had to satisfy myself with Shelby's stale foot sweat. At four o'clock, I could take it no more. My knees weakened and started to buckle. I was going down for the count. I screamed into my gag and woke up Annabeth. She shot up and ran to me, pulling the damp gag from my mouth. "I'm... I'm sorry, Goddess, I'm going to fall backward onto my heels. My balls might go with me. I'm... I'm sorry." She held her hand up to her chest and caught her breath. "You scared the shit out of me," she said as she unclamped my balls and unshackled my ankles. "Thhhhank you... Thank you, Goddess." "We're gonna have to work on a solution. Starting tonight. Get into the closet." Annabeth uncuffed one wrist, looped the free end over a rod in the walk-in closet, then recuffed them. At least I was flatfooted. She left me there a couple of minutes, then returned with another strange contraption. "This is called a parachute ball-stretcher. This part wraps around your nuts and this part pulls down on it with weight. For the next month or so, we'll work on getting your sack to the point where you can stand in the pillory while flat on your feet. I'll start with five lbs. and add another lb. every day. Hopefully, by the end of the month, we can continue with your punishment. If not, I'll have to use more extreme measures. Good night, little man. I need to take an Ambien now. Thanks a lot," she added sarcastically. Annabeth shut the light and closed the door. She wouldn't return for another five hours. The next morning, I lost a pint of blood and Annabeth got her screwdriver. She stretched my wallet to the breaking point. Would she soon be doing the same to my balls? It only took a couple of weeks and twenty lbs., but my balls had been stretched to the point where Annabeth thought we could fit me into the pillory while standing flatfooted. She was right. "I'm always right," she said as if reading my mind. "Now we can successfully continue with your punishment. However there's still the matter of waking me up in the middle of the night. That's an extra dose of punishment Don't worry, it won't last very long. A few minutes or so." Annabeth rubbed my back as if trying to comfort me. The pillory was facing away from the bed this time, toward the far corner of her bedroom. She left and returned a few minutes later with two items: a pencil and a portable boom box. Sitting down behind me on the bed, she explained the new punishment. "I use the pencil to play the drums on your balls for the duration of the song. That's it. But if you make a peep, I start from the beginning, after the song finishes. That means three peeps during the first song costs you three more plays. This could be either short and sweet or long and bitter. It's entirely up to you." With Annabeth sitting on the bed behind me and the boom box at her side, she pressed the play button. The song was Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl. I grunted on the first verse. That meant the song would be repeated again after it finished. Luckily, I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the song and its encore as Annabeth happily tapped my balls to the beat. I never knew a pencil could create such agony. When the encore finished, my balls felt like they were on fire. They apparently looked that way, too. "Wowie-kazowie, your nuts are redder than a baboon's ass." Annabeth lifted her bare foot up to my tender balls and rubbed her soft sole against it. "God, they're burning hot! How do they feel?" "Goddess, they ache horribly, but your foot feels so cool and nice. Thank you." "You're welcome, honeybear. I'm just glad that we can finally spend our nights together. I was getting so lonely the last two weeks with you in the closet." I was too, I confessed. Standing hunched-over all night wasn't my idea of paradise, but at least I didn't have to worry about castration. With my balls stretched as they were, the only way they could be pulled while standing in the pillory was if I tried to stand upright. "But I hope you won't be too upset with me. I made a slight boo-boo." "What's that?" I asked politely. "The pillory was adjustable. I could've lowered it without stretching your balls. I'm sorry, baby." I was dumbfounded. How could such a young girl like her fool a man like me so many times? "But now I'm kind of sorry I invited Shelby over for a sleepover this weekend. I hope you don't mind. I'll make sure she brings over some more beer. I know how you like it. I bet you could drink us both under the table." Annabeth again broke herself up. But this time she didn't cover her mouth, she just lay back on the bed and rolled from side to side, laughter flowing from every pore. She wore a pair of low-rider jeans with a tight belly shirt with no bra and was barefoot. Her nipples were engorged and her untamed hair was all over the place. I was so hungry for Annabeth at that moment, I wanted to rip my balls from the pillory and fuck her right there on the bed. I wanted to fuck her mouth, I wanted to fuck her tits, I wanted to fuck her ass, and I wanted to fuck the holiest of holies, her shaved pussy. I wanted to come on her face, in her hair, and in her ass. I wanted to...... Wow, has it really been that long? When was the last time I had come? Oh god, the last time was the day after I first met Annabeth. That was two months ago. But that was when I still owned my own cock. Would she ever let me have the pleasure of release? Or was I doomed to a hellish desire that never ended?
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