Silly Rabbit . . . Part 1 free porn video

Silly Rabbit part 1 redux by Vonya Lee "Open wide ..." I do as I'm told, accepting a small, and by its taste, rubber ball into my mouth. I think I know what it is. I bet it's one of those blue racquetballs she uses playing with the dog. Powdery taste, so I think it's new. I hope it's new anyway. She knots another silk scarf behind my head across my mouth, holding the ball in. I've never been gagged before. "Last time you bitched like a little girl and I'll have no more of that. Until you show, you can take it like a real woman, I'm going to gag you." 'Until you show me you can take it(!) ...' I thought I only had to do this once! She makes it sound like she's going to keep doing this. She tugs at my ear and I feel her push something in. I know what this is too. Foam ear plugs, the kind you roll between your fingers then pop them in your ear and let them puff back into place. She found them in my toolbox and asked me what they were. This is bad. I'm tied down, like before, but I'm now deaf, dumb and blind too. She straddles my face, lowering her moist pussy onto my nose. Oh the sweet, sweet, scent. Again and again she dips me. The smell, the wetness gives me a raging hard on. She slides down a bit and a very different hole is close. "Lick it." I barely hear. I can't. I just can't do it. She sits back onto my face, wiggles herself tight and smothers me. I lick her and she lifts off me. She never used to be this forceful! I find it such a turn on. I lick her again and she settles with her rosebud just above my tongue. I want to gag at first. The smell leaves no doubt I'm licking ass. I settle down to it as I get accustomed to the act. Her hole is so tight. I can't get my tongue in much at all. I can smell the wax melting. Unmistakable. I hate this, but I can't do anything to stop what's coming. She's going to wax me smooth again. With no pubes and baby soft, I look like a little boy. I'm kind of small anyway so this just makes me look tiny. And it hurts too! God does it ever hurt. Maybe it won't be so bad this time. My pubes are still only less than an inch. The first time I had a full, deep, man bush. This time can't hurt as badly as that first time. Then the pain starts. The searing heat of the molten wax spreads across my crotch. I bite down on the ball as she rips the short hairs away. She rubs me down with a soothing ice cube and I think it's over. Wrong. I feel the heats kiss spreading up to my navel. Rip! Rip! Rip! I cry out in muffled screams. My eyes tear with the pain and the panic of helplessness. I thrash about until she smothers me with her wet pussy. The smell and the fear calm me and I'm back to dry humping air again. She takes hold of my balls and I'm dumb enough to think I might be about to get some relief. How stupid can I be? The worst pain of my life hits. She's wiping the base of my cock with wax! I scream into my gag even harder. Now my balls! They shrink from the heat. Then, rip! Rip! Rip! I've never felt such pain in my life. I'm crying hard now. More ice cubes and in a couple of minutes I'm down to sobbing. She climbs off atop me. Time passes, and as I calm down so does my hard on. She returns. Sitting on the bed, I feel her slip something over my cock and balls. Soft kisses around my cock follow, turning to soft licks. My cock stiffens against some kind of restraint. Up and down, up and down, I feel the sheer warmth and softness inside her mouth. She hasn't gone down on me once since we've reconnected. I'm in heaven. Just when I think it can't get any better it does. She mounts me and slowly slides down on top of me. I've attained nirvana. She pumps up and down slowly then stops. More wax! I feel more wax. Hot wax spreads down my sternum. She starts humping again. My cock fights against whatever this thing is she put on me. Rip! Hump! Rip! Hump! Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure, over and over again. Finished she pulls out the earplugs, then removes the blindfold. God she looks so beautiful. I've never seen her look more alive than she did right then. She's on fire as she starts riding me harder and harder. Finally she unties the gag and pulls out the ball. A racquetball like I thought. She attacks my mouth with her own. The kissing, like the humping, is animalistic. She reaches back and somehow releases my cock. We explode together in a violent crescendo. Spent, she wraps her sweat soaked body around mine. Moments later she unties me from the bedposts and we fall fast asleep. Showering the next morning is my first real look at last nights waxing. My chest is all pink and smooth. No more hair. I'm smooth from my cock to my neck. My cock looks so small by its lonesome. I'm not the best endowed but my deep bush always made me look manly. Without it, I look downright boyish. She left some long stray hairs around my nipples. Why? Looks kind of stupid and out of place. I think it brings attention to the fact I've got a waxed chest. I don't like it but what can I do? I need her so much. A chance encounter led to a second chance I never dared dream possible. I heard she was married. Whatever she wants from me, she going to get. No way am I going to blow this again. I need her. She's the salvation I've been praying for. If I have to prove to her my fidelity by being waxed so be it. I can take it. I cheated on Sara on our first go round so understandably she has her doubts. The idea is if I'm bald I'd be too embarrassed to bare myself. She was right. No more strip club blow jobs with the boys for me. I never even thought that was cheating. How could I ever let a girl see me all smooth and girly? Girls talk, and I don't need it trickling back to my boys, no way. But if this is what it takes to prove myself to her, I can take the pain for a while. Hair grows back. 'I can't wait to see the film from tonight. Laura's going to be so excited! This is working out even better than I thought! I can't believe he let me wax him already! I loved it! What a rush pulling out a man's hair from the root. He looks so less manly now. He's got such a little dick! He looks like a little boy! I'm going to make him so self conscious of his dick. He already is. He was embarrassed. I could see the change in his personality immediately. His confidence was shaken. I could see it in his eyes. He used to like playing a little kinky, well, but he has no idea! He really thinks we just bumped into each other, like all of this has just been coincidental. What a fool. If he had any idea.' I'm living a lie and I need to get out from under as soon as possible. With cheating comes lying, I lied to Sara before. She made me promise no more lies. I don't want to lie but I have to. I failed a drug test at work that never should have happened. Random testing needed cause and I never gave any cause. My boss said he smelled pot on my breath. Impossible. I hadn't smoked in two days. I know it sounds paranoid, but I think I was set up. He lied. Why? How did he know I'd fail a test? No, I'm sorry but I was set up. Regardless I couldn't tell Sara I lost my job for failing a drug test. She always hated me getting high, even back then. We ran into each other about a month and a half ago after five years apart. Reconciliation was a fragile notion I was trying to sell. Unemployment caused by a failed drug test wouldn't be a strong selling point with a rich girl. I can't keep lying and pretending. Even worse, I'm dealing too. I hate lying but what else can I do? She bagged me a few days later. She came by the house right after my friends left one night. First time she ever came over. As soon as I answered the door, I knew I was bagged. The smell, my eyes, I was nailed. She freaked. Whack! She slapped me hard across my face. I was stunned. She had never hit me before. Whack! Her left hand comes hard across my face the other way. I'm dumbstruck. "You son of a bitch! How fucking dare you!" Whack! The right hand returns. I grab her arms, not wanting to get hit again. "Get your fucking hands off me!" She shakes free and turns back toward the door. I can't let her go and grab her by the shoulders, "Wait!" She spins on her heels to face me, whap! Her right hand again. Ouch! My face is really starting to hurt. "Why? Why should I?" I begged, pleaded, cried and promised her the world over the next long while, meaning every word of it. 'I am so angry with you right now. You just haven't changed at all have you? Are you ever going to grow up? Do you really think I'm going to waste my time with a drug dealer? A fucking drug dealer? What the hell are you doing with your life? I mean, my god. You know what you need? You need direction, lots and lots of direction ... and an ass kicking. You need some sense knocked into you. And you know what? Tonight you're going to get it. Get over here now ... and take off those pants." "What?" "You heard me, take off your pants. Now!" Not knowing exactly what's going on I drop my jeans and step out of them as told. "Everything." Slowly I slide my underwear off. My hairless cock shrinks. I feel so small. I feel like a scolded child. "Now get over here." indicating her lap. Does she really think I'm going to let her spank me? Spank me! Not a chance in hell. "I'm not playing. Get over here now or we're through." I'm in torment. We've always played a little kinky but this ...I don't know. This seems different, this seems to be crossing some line. I see fire in her eyes, or maybe it's rage. Whatever it is, I can't resist. I want to, I just can't. She stares me down. I slowly move towards her. I feel like a bad puppy crawling back for his spanking. She's going to spank me. I stop in front of her and she motions to her lap. I lay myself prone across my girlfriends lap. Whap! "Who do you belong to?" Ouch! "You!" Whap! "Who do you belong to?" "I belong to you!" Over and over, ten times in all, I feel the sting of her hand. Whap! I've never been spanked in my life. Ever! My parents never touched me as a child. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life. I'm a grown man twice her size, why can't I stop this? Why am I afraid too. How is it that she can control me like this? I feel all of seven years old again. A little child bending to, albeit kicking and screaming, but succumbing all the same to the stronger adult mind. Why is my distress turning us both on? "Wait a minute" reaching for her handbag. She takes out a brush and starts stroking my red ass slowly with the hard bristles. "Why should I hurt my hand?" Whack! I jumped. "When I don't have to." Whack! Oh my god that stings! Whack! "Much better" After a couple really good whacks, my surrender became unconditional. Over her knee, taking swat after swat from the brush, I'm ashamed to say I began to cry. I started to sniffle which Sara seized upon to start teasing me. "Oh is the big jock going to cry? He's going to cry over his girlfriends knee? Are you? That's okay, why don't you let it all out. Go ahead, you have a big girl cry. Go ahead sweetie, that's it. Let it all go. Just like I did those times you cheated on me. Remember?" Whack!! "Remember all the times you lied? Sure you do. Well I had a good big girl cry those nights, just like you're doing right now. Sometimes for days! That's right sweetie, days. So let it all out sweetie, let it all out." I started bawling. I did remember. I remembered all my cheating and lying. A near breathless 'sorry' was all I could manage in between sobs. Over and over again, 'sorry'. "And what was the worst thing you did?" Whack. "Christina," I whisper. "That's right," whack "Christina. You never should have gone there. You need to pay for what you did to me. Do you understand?" "Yes! God I'm so sorry! I'll do anything. Anything! Please Sara, please. Give me another chance. I'm so so sorry. I'm a changed man. I swear. Please!" I begged with abandon. "You are sorry. But if you really want a chance to redeem yourself you have to prove you've changed. You need somebody to clean up the mess you've made." "Please help me." "You need strict control. You need discipline. You cannot run your own life. Not now anyway. You need me to make all the decisions from this moment on. All of them. Do you understand?" This sounded too good to be true. If she wanted this level of commitment then I knew I had won her back. "Absolutely. I understand absolutely." "We'll see if you understand 'absolutely', but you will, you will." I gave away the store. I agreed to stop smoking and selling weed. I agreed to weekly random home drug tests. I agreed that she was the one now in charge. "This isn't a democracy, this is a dictatorship." she told me when I tried to negotiate. I acknowledged all of my previous mistakes, lies and short comings. I begged for her forgiveness. I had no shame. Then she dropped the heavy hammer. "I don't want you seeing your friends anymore." "What!" "Those guys are bad news. Billy, Danny, Boo, all of them. They're a bad influence on you." "But honey they're my friends!" "No they're not. They're losers. Every last one of them. It's obvious you stop thinking rationally when you're with them. So I'm not kidding, loose your loser friends or loose me. It's me or them. You have one chance to make the right choice, who's it going to be?" "You honey, you. Of course it's you. I promise. No more late nights. I swear, I promise." "No, not 'late nights'. I'm not talking about 'late nights'." Whack! "I'm talking about no nights. No nights, no days, no weekends, no football, no poker, no nothing. Is that clear enough for you? I know sometimes you seem to get tripped up on clarity. But I'm not kidding. I don't want you having anything to do with those delinquents." I'm not going to blow my second chance. I betray my friends. "Okay honey, no more with those guys, I swear." "I want to know whenever one of them calls you." "Okay." "And I want to hear all your messages." "Okay." "Erase nothing." "Okay." "All the call logs ... missed calls, received calls, dialed calls, nothing. Do you understand me?" "Yes." "Monday call and have your home phone turned off. You only need the one phone and you need the money." Whack! Whack! Whack! "Right?" "Yes! Yes! Yes! Please! No more, no more ..." Three more quick and definitely lighter swats on my ass and she was done, "And what do you say?" "Thank you, (huff, huff), honey." "What else? Tell me who you belong to?" "I belong to you." "Good boy," kissing me on the forehead, "Good boy ... now why don't you go see what I brought you. Go get the bag by the door." 'I hope these little cameras got most of that. He thinks I came over to surprise him. Right! I've known about his Monday night gatherings from the first investigative report I had done on him. His entire apartment is wired with nanny cams' and sound. But hitting him! Oh! How I loved hitting him! I almost came when I slapped him the first time. I got such a rush, my knees buckled. He was dumbstruck! He had no idea how to react. He looked so confused. Right then and there I just wanted to keep slapping his face. Make him stand there with his hands by his sides as I slapped his face beet red. Oh and the spanking! I spanked a grown man until he cried! I'm in heaven! I hope his ass turns black and blue. Can you bruise an ass?' Over the next month every thing was phenomenal. Our sex life was kinky as hell. I never knew I could get into having a woman dominate me, but the sex is just awesome. Sara and I are back in love. I say it a lot more than she does but I know she feels it too, she's just being cautious. Who can blame her? She still insists we keep things a secret, but I can deal with that. I don't mind using the back stairs when I am by myself but I always feel funny doing it when we're together. While she struts right into the well lit and appointed foyer, wishes the concierge a goodnight, and boards the awaiting elevator. I've got to skulk around to the back of the building use her key on the door by the dumpster, and start climbing five dank and dark flights. Sara insists it's a vital part of my fitness program, 'You should ALWAYS take the stairs, it's cardio!' but still I feel like I'm her dirty little secret. I wasn't sure how I was going to stop seeing my friends at first but Sara's made that really easy on me. She took total control of the situation. First thing was turning off the home phone. Now I only have the cellphone. I'm not allowed to answer any calls but hers. I know this sounds harsh but really it isn't. You get used to it. Not having to have spontaneous conversations makes my life easier. I get a little flustered answering questions like 'what are you up to these days?' How am I supposed to answer that? 'Not much'? When what I really want to do is pull a 'Tom Cruise' and throw a nutty. She checks my phone often, looking at the received calls and the missed calls. She can tell by comparing the two who called and who I talked with. Friends and family have to leave messages. She changed my voice mail pin so now only she can listen to my messages. I need to ask to use the phone. I don't mind. I never really like the phone anyway. Sara tells me who to call, when, and what to say. I'm less nervous about messing up. Sara listens into all my calls now. She'll give me a hairbrush spanking if I stray to far from her notes. The spankings really do help me focus on what's important, just like she says. Sara explains how my parents might have been ignorant of the ramifications, but still were negligent in not focusing me. I needed to learn discipline and focus in those early years to harness my potential she says. So in essence they are bad parents. Not evil, just cowardly, she explains. The discipline needed then is needed ten fold now. I've developed such bad, deep-rooted habits from my parents careless neglect, that's why my life is such a mess she says. Hard to argue, my life is a mess. Things are getting tight financially. I have no income right now. I'm applying for jobs but so far haven't had any luck whatsoever. Sara has been great. She's been pushing me hard, insisting I apply for at least two jobs a week. She knows each week I do. How? Well she proofreads, prints and mails all my resumes for me. Isn't she just the best? God I love her! She's been paying for everything lately, which I hate, but what can I do? She's great about it, but what real man likes being in this position? The phone thing was hard at first. I'll admit it. I wasn't really comfortable having Sara listen into everything at first. She, on the other hand was in absolute heaven. She would have me bate my friends and family into revealing all sorts of dirt. She knows what everybody in my family thinks of one another. She knows all the gossip. She loves knowing what my sisters say about their in laws. She listens into conversations that incriminate my friends in all sorts of questionable activities. After listening into a conversation about a friend's night at a strip club, she wasted no time in rushing off an anonymous letter to his girlfriend. I know I'm betraying a major trust here with my friends, but what can I do? I love Sara and she's right. The stuff my friends do is very piggish like she says. I don't know sometimes. Things can get quite confusing nowadays. I know I'm sealing my fate with them, but I'll do anything for Sara's love. One night Paul invites me to a bachelor party. I'm cringing as he goes on and on about the hooker fueled blast they've got planned. I'm thinking there's no way I'm going, when I get an enthusiastic nod 'yes' from Sara. What? I'm shocked. No way. "Why?" I ask incredulously after hanging up. "I want you to see your friends one last time at their finest." "No honey, I don't want to go. It's going to be ugly." "Exactly. I want you to see them exactly as they are. After that night you decide who you want to be with." "Honey, but I already did." "I know you think you did, but what happens in a month or two months? No, you need to be absolutely certain you're ready to dedicate your life to me." Oh my God! I think she's talking about marriage! Keeping calm, I say, "okay honey I'll go." 'Oh my! I can't believe my luck! A bachelor party! A freaking bachelor party! I'm going to wipe out all of his friends in one felt swoop. This is going to be great. We'll wire him up with a hidden camera and mike. We should get a ton of great stuff out of this. I know all about his friends from listening into his conversations. They're a bunch of pigs, every last one of them. I love the idea of making him betray his friends too. I'm going to beat it into him that adultery is wrong. When he see's his friends acting up he's going to see them for the losers they are. I'm just not sure if we should make it obvious that Chris is responsible for the video's we send out. I don't want these guys looking for him, but at the same time if I get him out of his apartment they won't know where to find him.' Still no luck on work which really sucks. I had two interviews but I got rejected each time. They were nice enough to call me to say I didn't get the jobs. I never had someone call to say I didn't get a job before. Sara said they each left nice messages. I didn't hear either one as Sara thought I'd get discouraged hearing rejection. It's getting really hard to send two resumes a week. I've been pleading with Sara to let me drop the number down. I have to apply for all sorts of stretches just to meet her quota. She paid my house bills this month. Made me feel like total shit, not being able to pay them myself. If only she'd let me deal until I found legit work. I wouldn't dare even ask. She'd leave me before I got the first word out of my mouth. I didn't ask her for the help. She brought it up. I think she was trying to make me feel better about taking the money by making a little game of it. The interest would be for me to have to beg and plead with her to wax my back and ass next time she waxed me. Plenty of guys have their backs done, and I never really liked having a hairy back anyway. That's okay. As for my ass, well until she stops waxing my crotch, what difference does it make if my ass is waxed too? Little to none. When rent was due a week or so later, I called the landlord to ask for a little time. "What are you talking about?" she said "You're paid. I already got your check" "How can you have a check from me? I didn't send you a check." "Well somebody sent a check ... hold on a minute I still got it ... here, here it is ... $1200 for 91 Rossmore, #2, says here a miss Sara ... how do you say this ... ?" "Sorry to bother you Mrs. Soloman. Goodnight." Click. Great, rent was paid, and so were the household bills. For now. What happens next month? I'm still two months behind in my car payments and my credit cards, three soon. Why can't I find a job? Two first interviews only in two months of searching. If it wasn't for Sara, I don't know what I'd do. I only have one recourse, my folks. I don't like having to do it, but I can't have Sara seeing me as a failure. I called my parents from a payphone. Dad wasn't home so I asked mom about it. She said yes but she'd have to talk with Dad when he got home and call me back. I told mom not to call back as I was having phone trouble. Instead, I told her I'd call back tomorrow. The very same night I was bound face down on the bed, the smell of wax filling the air. My ass was screaming but I kept as quiet and still as possible. No gag! Almost done, I'm almost done, when suddenly the unforgettable strains of 'YMCA' starts. My ringtone, Sara's choice of course. She thinks it's funny, but I hate it. "Oh look it's your folks. Would you like to take this one? Maybe you can ask your dad if he ever let your Mom wax him? No? Oh well too late, they're gone." Verbal humiliation was something Sara was getting very good at. She really got into it. It was hard for me at first. She can be so clever, cruel and cutting. But like she says, she's honest. And it is all in fun. I'm praying there's no message. Praying, hoping, willing, 'Please! No message!' when I hear 'In the navy!' another Sara choice. I'm fucked now. I know it. I'm fucked. "Oh! A message! Shall we see what they had to say? Lets." She starts dialing up the voicemail. I can't see what's going on but I can tell Sara's listening to a message. "Oh dear' she says aloud, a few seconds more and I hear her close the phone and sigh "Oh Sweetie ... sweetie, sweetie, what am I ever going to do with you?" "Please honey, I can explain, I ..." "Don't speak, just don't speak." "Can you untie me?" Like a snake striking, she grabs my exposed cock and balls and twists. I squeal in pain. "Now after that girlish little shriek, are you going to be quiet?" I nod yes. "Good." She gets off me and goes to the closet and grabs something. "Open you mouth." I see her face for the first time in awhile. She looks beautiful. Not so much angry as flushed with excitement. Staring at her beautiful face, I don't get a good look at what she's pushing into my mouth. It's stiff and rubbery and its not coming out. She snaps some kind of rubber harness behind my head holding this thing in place. She takes hold of a rubber bulb dangling from the front of this gag. She pumps the bulb in her hand and this thing in my mouth starts inflating. She stops when my mouth is tight with this thing. "There now, that should do. We've got some work to do tonight." She waxed my entire body without saying another word to me. My legs, my arms, even the back of my neck. I thought I was going to die when she waxed my underarms. No ice either. I feel real honest to goodness humiliation for the first time in my life. I've been emasculated. She's done what no one else has ever done. Sitting on my chest she's staring straight down at me. I feel small beneath her. I can't look her straight in the eye. She's looking at something. My eyebrows! Oh no please god don't let her take my eyebrows. I'll look like a freak. I'll never get work. I wouldn't be able to go out looking like that. A freak, I'd look like a freak. Please no! "Don't worry I'm not going to do your eyebrows. I thought about it. Then I remembered our neighbor Tommy in South Boston. Remember Tommy, lived downstairs, never worked? Lazy, lay about Tommy. Well remember he didn't have eyebrows either. He had some disease that made him hairless remember? No eyebrows? So If I did you like that, you could say you had that same disease. No buttercup, I want everyone to see what I'm doing to you. So no you keep your eyebrows, for now." 'That's right you little faggot, for now. When we get done with you ... oh! I get wet just thinking about it. You're going to be in full make up for the rest of your life. I'm going to make you addicted to make up. Make up and cock that is.' Things were spiraling out of control quickly. I wasn't sure what was happening. I knew one thing with absolute certainty, I was going to follow Sara's lead. "Now tell me about the loan." I told her why I needed the money, why I went to my parents, why I didn't ask her, everything. I was incapable of sugarcoating anything let alone lie to her. I felt naked before my confessor. She asked me all about my past financial history with my parents. She showed me how this was just one more example of how my parents were keeping me in a state of perpetual infantilism by creating a need to depend on them. "Look at the trouble you got into tonight. I didn't do anything to you tonight, you did it all to yourself. Do you think you're legs would be waxed right now if you hadn't gone behind my back and conspired with your parents against me? Don't you see its your parents fault for making you this dependent? And talk about disregard for what you want right? All you asked your mom to do was Not call right? Jeez, like she doesn't even listen to you." Sara was right. My parents screwed up. None of this would have happened if she had listened to the one simple thing I asked. Just like when I was a kid, nobody listens "It's not healthy you calling them mom and dad. All that does is prolong your infantilism with them. From now on they are Richard and Cheryl, not dad and mom. Get it? "But they're my parents." Whap! My ass screams in pain. I turn my head just enough to see Sara has a whip over her head. Whap! I howl in pain. "Please! No more! I can't take anymore" "You're the one doing it. Not me. Just tell me what I want to hear you say." "What?" Whap! More cries of pain "Please! I don't understand! I don't understand!" I was hysterical. The pain was so bad. I just wanted it all to stop. "Tell me whose at fault for tonight." "I am?" Whap! "No, try harder." Whap! "Ouch!, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my mom's fault!" Whap! "Whose fault?" "Cheryl ... (crying) it was Cheryl's fault... (sobbing)." Whap! "And?" "And Richard! It's Richard and Cheryl's fault." I hate them right now. I really do. Sara's right, I wouldn't be getting whipped if not for the two of them. "That's right, they're the ones who are wrong tonight. They did this to you. They don't have anymore power over you. You won't let them. No more." I was sobbing as she untied me. Sitting up on the edge of the bed I suddenly release a flood of tears onto Sara's shoulder "There, there baby it's alright."so warm and comforting "Mommy's here now. You're okay sweetie, mommy's got you. Whose your mommy?" "You're my mommy." "That's right baby. I'm you're mommy. Cheryl is a bitch." "Cheryl's a bitch." "Good boy." she sounded genuinely pleased and that made me feel good. 'How good is this? I now have the little faggot exactly where I want him. He has no friends, no family, no money of his own. He still hasn't the slightest idea of how I cost him his job. I love the look on his face as he gets nowhere looking for work. What a dope! I make him look and look and look. I've only sent out two of his resume's unaltered. Those two got him job offers, but he'll never know that. He's starting to think the problem must be him. I love it! I loved delivering the bad news. I love getting him all pumped up and encouraged only to bring him crashing down. The look on his face when I deliver the blow is priceless, just as good as if I punched him. His friends are down on him now. Wait until after that bachelor party. They're going to have to know. I don't see how they wouldn't be able to figure it out. They'll remember they were talking to Chris about the very same things they see on the video. He needs to move. They're going to want to kill him. Thank god they won't even recognize him in a years time. I 've got to stay on the family thing. That's going to take awhile. He loves his family but he has his doubts know. He's going to turn on them too. It's inevitable. I'm going to isolate him financially too. He won't have any access to any of his credit cards or bank accounts. He never even looked at the terms of the loan agreement. He's fucked legally too. I'll pay off his debt, eventually, but first I'm going to destroy his credit rating. When I get done, he'll get turned down trying to get a library card. Ha! The real control is all about sex. He needs to know he's a failure as a man. I want him completely insecure about who he is and what he does for me. I want him knowing that I'm left unsatisfied all the time. Its harder than I thought it would be. I'm almost ready to cum all the time, but not from anything he's doing. This is just even better than I ever dared imagined. He's my toy. A real life toy! God! It makes me so wet.. Gwen was already bi when I married him. He was already wearing make up in clubs when we met. God bless Lauren for making him her slave, but turning a straight jock into a queer drag queen ... now that's art!'