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Chapter 15: I'm inspected.
She stood back and cold-bloodedly examined her handiwork as I hung before her, almost blacking out with pain and trepidation.
"There now, I know you just love to be hanging around, all chained up."
She continued, heartlessly mocking my enforced silence,
"Honestly, the trouble I take to ensure your total enjoyment - and do I hear some appreciation?"
She put her hand up to her ear and pretended to listen for a reply from me.
"I don't hear a thank you mistress. How ungrateful. You know what happens to naughty, ungrateful little boys?"
I tensed as she came to me, leaning against my suspended tormented body and toying with the dildo.
"Naughty little boys get punished!"
She became more forceful playing with the dildo, laughing openly at my obvious distress as I made despairingly feeble efforts to move my immobilized body from her increasingly vigorous thrusts.
"I'm forgetting, this is pleasure for you, not punishment."
She let go of the dildo and flicked at my limp penis,
"Not turned on yet?
She affected a dismayed sigh,
"I suppose it takes an enormous dick to really get you going."
She moved away and stood directly in front of me, contemplating my tormented figure.
I only dared raise my head and take swift petrified glances at her and if it was possible to add to my extreme distress at that stage, the sight of her standing instinctively posed as if she was modelling her outfit and looking as seductively beautiful and fresh as she was at the start of our session, added to my mental torment.
For split seconds, the insane contrast between actuality of her stunning physical loveliness and the half demented, mercilessly tortured, quivering travesty of a man she'd reduced me to in that same period flared up in my frenetically agitated mind; then kept dying as the throbbing pain and hopelessness of my position overwhelmed me again.
In those seconds though, I could also see, from the movements of her satin-gloved hands sensuously stroking her breasts and massaging the tight latex between her legs, that merely by studying my appalling condition, she was experiencing some sort of pleasurable erotic stimulation.
Her wide eyes glowed drinking in the clear results all over my enfeebled body of her pitiless cruelty and also the utter helplessness of the hanging creature she'd effortlessly bound in chains.
Adding to her sadistic pleasure must have been the callously amusing memory of her tightly gagged victim's continuous and futile efforts to scream out for mercy.
She was probably further elated at the memory of how easily she had enslaved, tortured and humiliated the previously pretentious male she now saw hanging before her.
After what seemed ages, she suddenly stopped fondling herself, my immobility obviously starting to irritate her.
"Don't just hang there passively, struggle like you did early on!"
She'd chained and manacled my limbs so viciously tight that I was almost in a state of paralysis and though still reacting automatically to her every whim, I could only manage some unconvincing, very feeble movements.
She watched me derisively for some moments.
"I see I'm going find something to encourage you."
She moved out of my vision and I could hear her walk towards the door.
"Let's see if I can find something down below, a blowlamp maybe, to liven you up."
She went out the door, closing it carefully behind her and I could hear her heels clattering on the bare wooden stairs leading to the ground floor.
Once again I was alone in the grubby domestic bedroom I'd innocently entered hours previously.
But the temporary relief of her absence only transformed the focus of my wretchedness from the endless dread of the activities of my pitiless tormenter, to the full sensation of the extreme agony I was experiencing from all areas of my tortured body.
I was almost going out of my mind in frustration of my utter helplessness as different parts of my pain-racked frame screamed out for soothing relief.
The vicious tightness of her savage bindings alone was excruciating enough, virtually paralysing me into complete immobility.
I'd lost sense of time, but I knew I'd been a prisoner in this dreadful room for considerably longer than three hours.
The crazy speculation about my possible fate at the hands of this relentlessly merciless creature that I'd buried in the back of my mind upon her return came flooding back.
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