Groin Kicking

“Worthless little slave toy on his knees.”

Hogtied in the corner of my room it was impossible for me stand. Though with the smelly old nylon wrapped around my head gagging me I could offer my agreement.

“Do you remember my helpless toy that you once confessed there were times you wished I would make you cry?”

I did and right now wished I could take those words back. I was very scared. I’d never seen her stand over me looking so remote and deadly. Or spoke so harshly.

“I think I need to see those tears tonight. If you can’t give me what I want I might as well castrate you and toss you in a ditch.”

I almost fainted. She’d never been this harsh before.

“Don’t look at me like a helpless lamb being led to slaughter your rigid cock tells me how excited you are. Tonight my slave, perhaps, you will learn the truth of your words.”

I was shaking.

“When I hear or see what I need I’ll stop but only then.”

She reached behind me and I felt my collar locked to the wall.

“And don’t try to fake tears or pain. You know that I can read you like a favorite book. We’ll learn your real limits for once.”

One of the black stilettos I’d so admired hit my groin. A quick shift and the sharp heel followed. She had me so frightened I barely felt the pain.

“Just a warm-up. Once I get limber I’ll get down to work in earnest. How long do you think it will take? Half an hour, two hours? I’m in no rush.”