Gazing over Rick’s broken body made me swell with pride. It wasn’t just the physical damage, or the humiliated look on his face, but the whole thing in its entirety. Collapsed on my bed, his chest gently heaving for breath, his flesh conveyed a sense of complete and utter defeat. I could have untied him and he still wouldn’t have had the balls to get up without my permission. The sense of control was a powerful high.
It wasn’t quite enough, though. Rick had humiliated me in public, my retribution was in private. Though his appearance claimed otherwise, I knew that somewhere in him there might still be a spark of rebellion, and that spark needed to be extinguished. I understood that he was no longer a human being; he needed to understand it as well.
Taking the stun gun in my hand, I approached him. Applying it to his left arm, I pulled the trigger and gave him a brief, 3 second shock. I felt a little guilty abusing him like that, but I needed him good and passive for lunch. I might let him regain his physical strength someday, but that wouldn’t be until he understood his new role in life.
“Have I displeased you?” he sobbed pathetically.
“Frequently,” I replied. “But that one wasn’t punishment. I’m taking you to lunch with my sister, and with your talent for doing stupid shit I don’t want you getting yourself into trouble. Keeping you weak is for your own good.”
“Please don’t,” he begged. “I’ve been a good little bitch, please just leave me here tied to your bed.”
His sudden concern surprised me. I assumed that he didn’t want to be humiliated in public, but that wasn’t my problem — my problem was that he somehow thought I would be concerned with what he wanted. Walking around the bed, I shoved the stun gun in his right arm and gave him another three second shock to keep him submissive. After giving him a few seconds to calm down, I shocked him again for his backtalk.
“A good little bitch would know better than to argue with its owner,” I calmly explained as I freed his arms. “A good little bitch would jump at the chance to serve.”
“I’m sorry, owner,” he groaned, clearly in a lot of pain. “I just didn’t want you to be angry at me in public. Thank you for correcting me.”
Ignoring his apology, I tossed him his shirt and ordered him to put it on. The rest of his clothing lay in a pile on the floor. His pants and socks were clean enough, though his underwear was a bit gross. Mildly disgusted, I tossed it in the trash as I waited for him to awkwardly struggle into his shirt.
Once he finally had his shirt on I ordered him to get on the floor in a kneeling position. From behind, I wrapped the rope around his waist a couple times, then lashed his wrists to the loops. Tightening the knots, I made sure that he would be unable to move either hand more than a few inches from his waist.
Approaching my dresser, I selected a lacy pair of panties for him to wear. Returning to him, I made sure that he could see them. His face conveyed that he didn’t want to wear them, but I wasn’t about to let him go out without underwear. That would be undignified.
“Can you at least take out the plug, first?” he whimpered.
“I might have if you hadn’t taken so fucking long putting your shirt on,” I lectured, pushing his torso back onto the bed. “Now we just don’t have time for that.”
He cooperated as I dressed him, individually raising his feet so that I could put the panties and pants on. With him fully dressed I rubbed my hand over the back of his pants, feeling for solid base of the butt plug. Finding it, I pushed in hard, wanting to make sure that I had his full attention.
“I’m taking the stun gun with us, and it will never be out of my reach,” I explained. “If at any point you’re able to move your hands more than three inches from your waist, you will receive a ten second shock and then be retied. If at any point the butt plug manages to get out of that tight little ass of yours, you will receive a ten second shock and then have it reinserted. I am fully willing to do these things to you in public, and I promise you no mercy if you force me to. Is that understood?”
“Yes, owner,” he answered submissively.
“Good bitch,” I laughed, pulling him to his feet.
Before leaving the apartment I selected a jacket and tossed it on him. He looked ridiculous in it, the jacket being far too small and obviously meant for a woman. However, it covered the rope that lashed his wrists to his waist, and I figured it could spare me some embarrassing questions.
Walking him out to the car brought some strange looks from my neighbors. Even dressed, the damage that he had sustained was quite obvious. No one said anything, though, so I figured it would probably be okay. Exiting the building, he walked up to the trunk and waited for me to open it. I’d have been happy to make him ride in the trunk again, but the street was no longer deserted and I didn’t want to raise too much attention.
“I’m going to show you yet another act of undeserved kindness,” I sighed. “Since you were such a good little slut in taking my cock all the way up your tight little ass, you get to ride up front like a real human. Now, I am a bit concerned that you might misinterpret this, so I want to be perfectly clear. This does not make you human in any way – you’re still nothing more than a worthless fuck toy. Is that understood?”
“Yes, owner,” he answered, lowering his eyes. “I’m not a human, I’m a worthless fuck toy. Thank you for being so kind to me, I promise I won’t forget my place.”
Satisfied with his answer I got into the car, let him in, and drove to the diner to meet my sister. Each bump in the road triggered a pained groan from Rick, I suspect due to the large hunk of latex that was currently inside him. Enjoying his reaction, I made sure to hit every pot hole on the way. When we pulled into the parking lot, I took the speed bump at 35, causing him to outright moan.
We entered the diner and found Rachael waiting by the counter. Seeing me, she approached and gave me a hug in greeting. Noticing Rick, she broke off the hug and glared at him.
“You look like shit, Rick,” she coldly stated.
Rick stared at the ground, looking no less nervous than when I had strapped on the dildo earlier. Suddenly, his reluctance to come with made sense. Clearly he knew my sister, and in all probability had done something with her that he knew I wouldn’t be happy to learn about.
Rachael and I were two very different people. Where I had always been shy and reserved, Rachael was fearless and outgoing. These personality differences translated to our love lives – Rachael had her first boyfriend years before I had mine, despite being younger. I certainly wouldn’t call my sister a slut, but I knew that she occasionally had sex with men she wasn’t dating, and suspected that’s how she knew Rick.
“Is there something you’d like to tell me, you disgusting piece of shit?” I hissed into his ear while grinding the tip of the stun gun into his ribs. I didn’t plan to shock him, but wanted him to know that this was serious.
“Sara, it’s probably best you don’t know,” cautioned Rachael while Rick held his tongue.
Her warning implied that my suspicions were true. Rachael and I talked about many things, but sex was not one of them. For whatever reason, our family just didn’t discuss such matters. I don’t know if it was the feeling of power that I was experiencing, but I was ready to change that.
“Rachael, we’re grown women,” I argued. “It’s time that we stopped pretending that discussions about sex are off-limits. We both have it, it should be okay to talk about it.”
“I’m okay with that,” she answered. “You’re right. We’re sisters, we should be able to discuss anything.”
“Rachael and I dated!” Rick blurted out.
“We absolutely did not,” Rachael laughed. “God, what woman in her right mind would date you, Rick? Sara, Rick was basically a friend with benefits. Wait, that’s not accurate – I wouldn’t call him a friend. Honestly, he really is a piece of shit. I’ll admit, however, that he does have some talent in bed.”
Bringing the stun gun up to Rick’s throat, I reached around with my other hand and applied pressure to his ass, forcing the butt plug in. I was not happy with him at all. He was right to want to stay home – this new information earned him no mercy.
“So, let me get this straight,” I hissed into his ear. “You’ve fucked my little sister. You’ve lied to me, in claiming that you were dating her. You’ve also slandered her by making such a disgusting accusation. Is there anything else I should know, or should I just take you out back and slowly beat you to death right now?”
“I’m so sorry, owner,” he whimpered back, keeping his voice low. “You have every right to be angry with me. I know that you’ll punish me for this, and I promise that I won’t resist. I know that I don’t deserve it, but I hope you’ll give me a chance to show you that I understand how wrong I am.”
“Don’t get too mad at him,” Rachael suggested. “He’s a piece of shit, but it was consensual. I may regret knowing him, but I don’t regret sleeping with him.”
Taking a deep breath, I calmed down a bit. I was still angry and disgusted with Rick, but getting arrested for beating the shit out of him in the lobby of a diner wasn’t going to fix anything. Besides, a quick beating wouldn’t be nearly enough. If I stretched it out over time, I could make sure that his suffering would be sufficient.
As the waitress called our name, I removed my hands from Rick and followed her to our booth. He looked relieved, as if he had somehow been let off the hook. I considered correcting him, but it seemed pointless. He’d learn soon enough.
“So, why Rick?” I asked Rachael as we took our seats. “I mean, you can do so much better.”
“Honestly, Sara?” she replied. “It’s entirely a sex thing. He’s an obnoxious douchebag, but he’s good.”
Rick’s facial expression mutated slightly. He still looked nervous and afraid, but there was definitely some pride going on there too. Jabbing the stun gun back into his ribs, I reminded him that this was no time to feel proud.
“He’s not that talented,” I corrected her. “And obnoxious douchebag is a massive understatement.”
“Wait, how do you know?” she asked, slowly realizing the answer. “Jesus Christ, Sara! You’re not actually dating this piece of shit, are you?”
“God no,” I laughed, enjoying the pained reaction on Rick’s face. “But you know, you were honest with me, so I’ll be honest with you. I’m fucking him, but I’m in control. I know how much of a douche he is, too, but I’m training him to be better.”
“Good luck with that,” she laughed. “There’s no way you’re capable of fixing that damage.”
“Sara’s stronger than you think,” Rick interjected. “If anyone can do it, it’s her.”
It was cute seeing Rick stand up for his owner like that, but the cuteness didn’t justify speaking out of turn. Sliding over to him I ran my hand under his shirt and up his chest, grabbing his nipple. Pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, I applied pressure and twisted it hard.
“Rick, honey,” I whispered into his ear. “Have you forgotten what your mouth is for again? You’re in more than enough trouble as it is, you don’t need to make it worse. If we want you to speak, we’ll let you know. Otherwise, you will sit there in silence like a good bitch.”
Removing my hand from his shirt, I slid back away from him. Rick quietly lowered his head, staring at the table. Rachael stared back and forth between Rick and I, clearly amazed.
“What the hell was that?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“That,” I explained, “is how I train him. He’s not bright enough to obey verbal commands on their own yet, but if you add a bit of pain it eventually seeps into his thick skull.”
“Christ, Sara,” she replied, still sounding amazed. “How far have you taken this?”
“Full honesty?” I asked, as she nodded back. “I spent the better part of this morning beating and shocking him. Once he was too weak to move, I took him home, tied him to my bed, and fucked his mouth. For good measure, I then took a strap on and helped myself to both of his holes. It started as a punishment, but the little slut loved it – you should have seen him fucking back like a bitch in heat.”
“You’re seriously blowing my mind right now,” she commented. “Is that why he’s walking so weird?”
“I’m sure it’s a part of it,” I explained, “but there’s two other factors that are contributing to it more. If you look under his jacket, you’ll see that his hands are currently tied down, which I’m sure is hurting his sense of balance. More importantly, though, there’s an impressively large butt plug lodged in his asshole that he’s forbidden from removing.”
“I can hardly believe this,” she marveled. “Anything else you’d like to share?”
“I think that’s about it,” I laughed. “He calls me owner now, and he is wearing my panties – he said they made him feel ‘pretty’, but that’s the big stuff.”
As Rachael processed the new information, the waitress arrived to take our order. I ordered a cheeseburger, large fries, milkshake, and some bacon. I was hungry after all the physical activity. Writing down my order, she turned to Rick.
“I’ll have a number six,” he began, struggling to sound normal.
“You most certainly will not, you flabby slut,” I cut him off. “He’ll have a diet soda. Nothing more.”
The waitress looked confused, but wrote down the order. After taking Rachael’s order, she hastily made her way away from our booth, clearly uncomfortable. Rick looked at me with longing eyes. He was probably just as hungry as I was.
“So, Rick,” I began, keeping my voice at a reasonable volume so that Rachael could hear. “Are you trying to disappoint me?”
“No, owner,” he attempted to whisper into my ear. I pushed him back, not wanting to let him get so close.
“I can’t hear you, bitch,” I warned him.
“No, owner,” he choked out, a look of deep shame on his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Let’s recap,” I sighed. “In addition to all of the shitty things that you’ve done you now apparently think that you have the right to order your own food. This is actually quite hilarious, as your gut clearly demonstrates that you lack the intelligence to decide what to eat on your own. Furthermore, you tried to keep your voice low; no doubt an attempt to hide the shame of your role from my sister. I might understand and even forgive such a transgression, but in case you’ve forgotten you’re already in trouble for hiding things between sisters.”
“I’m sorry, owner” he mumbled.
“You’re always ‘sorry, owner’,” I snapped. “It’s not enough, Rick. I’m beginning to think that I should just toss you in the dumpster out back, shock you until the batteries run dry, and walk away. Is Rachael right? Are you really just a lost cause that I’m wasting my time on?”
“No, owner” he cried, clearly terrified. “I didn’t think, and I fucked up, but now I know better. I promise I won’t try to order food ever again, and I promise I won’t try to hide my role!”
“More empty words,” I sighed. “Show me that you’ve learned. Tell my sister exactly what you are.”
Rick slowly turned to face Rachael, gulping deeply. I could see that this was difficult for him. Rick had a lot of pride, and admitting his place to a woman that he most likely considered a conquest would be a challenge. I thought about calling him off, but Rachael seemed interested.
“Rachael,” he said, his voice awash in shame. “I’m your sister’s property. Everything that she said about me is absolutely correct. I belong to her, and she can do whatever she wants to me.”
“I’m honestly just completely amazed,” Rachael laughed. “And don’t worry about me, Sara – I absolutely approve of this. I just wish I had beat the shit out of him first.”
“The beating definitely helped,” I explained, “but the ass-fucking was what I think did the trick. You should have seen him begging, it was hilarious. At first he was begging me not to, but before long he was begging for it hard.”
“You’re kidding,” she laughed. “He actually didn’t want it in the ass? Rick, you of all people really shouldn’t be surprised when someone turns around and gives it back to you.”
“Rachael, you didn’t actually let him,” I began, connecting the dots in my mind.
“Oh god, no,” she cut me off. “That’s not to say he didn’t try, though. Could never get too comfortable with him, always knowing that he’d try to stick a finger where it didn’t belong. In fact, you don’t mind if I get a little revenge, do you?”
“Not even a little,” I encouraged. “But I’m not taking him to the hospital, so if you go too far you have to help me dispose of the body.”
Rachael inched closer to Rick and playfully slapped him across the face, testing his reaction. It didn’t look like it hurt him physically, though he clearly didn’t enjoy the humiliation. Looking over at me, he seemed to be begging with his eyes for me to intervene on his behalf. Ignoring his plight, I laughed as Rachael hit him again with a bit more force.
“You’re free to continue if you like,” I explained, “but I feel I should warn you. That sticky shit on his face is mostly his own cum.”
“Eww, seriously?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I told you; this slut really, really likes being fucked in the ass. I’m sure he’d be happy to lick your fingers clean, though.”
Rick grumbled, but obediently opened his mouth. Rachael hesitated a bit, but eventually held her fingers in front of his mouth. Realizing he’d receive no mercy from me, Rick extended his tongue and went to work cleaning them. Once her fingers were sticky with his saliva, Rachael wiped them across his face, scooping up cum in the process. Once satisfied, she shoved them into Rick’s open mouth.
I think Rick thought that she wanted him to suck them clean, but he was mistaken. As an evil grin crawled over her face, Rachael rammed the fingers deep into his throat, causing him to gag. Surprisingly me with her sadism, she allowed him no recovery time before roughly pumping her fingers in and out of his mouth. Rick looked to me for mercy as tears began to run down his face, but I figured he probably deserved it. Besides, I was amused by the sounds he was making; identical to the ones he made when I was fucking his throat.
As the waitress approached with our food, Rachael removed her fingers and slid back away from Rick. The juxtaposition of the two was almost comical – she looked as normal as ever, he looked quite understandably as if he had just been assaulted. Placing our food in front of us, the waitress left Rick’s drink on the edge of the table, apparently not wanting to get too close to him. As she walked away, Rick stared longingly at the glass.
Ignoring him, I reached for my milk shake and took a sip. The cool fluid was like heaven – I hadn’t really drunk anything since I woke up. I thought about Rick’s situation – he had been sweating, crying, and cumming all day long, and I hadn’t given him anything to drink. Taking pity on him, I sighed and slid his drink in front of him.
“Thank you, owner,” he cooed as he lowered his head to drink.
Unfortunately for Rick, neither the waitress nor I had inserted the straw in his glass. With his hands bound, he had no choice but to awkwardly slurp at the edges of the glass, getting more of the drink on the table than in his mouth. Irritated, I grabbed the glass away from him.
“You’re like a fucking farm animal,” I scolded him as I inserted the straw. “I suppose it’s my fault for thinking that you might be able to act like a human being for just a little while. I should know by now that you’re hopelessly incapable of such a task.”
“I’m sorry, owner,” he submissively replied.
I could tell that he hated this. Rick had always been so proud and independent; being completely dependent on me for his most basic needs must have been devastating. If he had been just slightly less obnoxious, I might have shown him mercy and permitted him a modicum of freedom. Unfortunately for him, this was not the case. I needed him devastated, needed to crush any foolish misbelief that he might have in his value as an individual. As he watched in silence, I picked up his glass and greedily drank half of the refreshing fluid inside it before sliding it back in front of him.