House of Handicapped Horrors: Bad Medicine

I've posted a new ADULT story on my blog.  The story is a sadistic FANTASY, AND A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION! In REAL LIFE, I DO NOT CONDONE violence against the helpless in an way, shape, or form! BDS&M play should always be SAFE, SANE, & CONSENSUAL!  

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Hans and I are sexual friends with, and employers of, a smokin’ hot doctor named Lana and her equally hot nurse, Heidi.  They live at the estate, and it's their job to medically maintain our limpers enough to do their work and the droolers enough to suffer without dying.  For example, they change Oscar’s IV every three days to keep him alive and suffering in complete misery.

 Lana opens her medical office three times a week to see to her wealthy patients.  The four of us couldn't care less about poor people, but tending to the rich lets her charge outrageous fees while only associating with the right people.  If a poverty-stricken single mother came to her with malaria, Nurse Heidi and she would gladly send her away and let her suffer.  Is it any wonder why I love them? 

Being one of four beautiful able-bodied people in a mansion full of ugly helpless cripples, I can do whatever the fuck I want.  I was relaxing after having put in a good workout on the Peloton.

 One of my male droolers was on the floor licking sweat from my gorgeous feet while I chillaxed with a bottle of water in an overstuffed easy chair.  Toad, my personal limper, was knelt beside the chair feeding me grapes. I slapped him hard each time his hand spasmed and crushed one of the fruits. It was so much fucking fun!

 With her golden-blond hair tied in a tight French braid, and wearing black scrubs, Nurse Heidi skipped happily into the living room. Her bright blue eyes and pail skin completed her perfect Aryan features. Yet, it was her heartless cruelty toward anyone less fortunate than herself which really got my juices flowing.

Before she went to work for Doctor Lana, Nurse Heidi had worked in Good Sam's ER. Careful not to get caught, she was skilled at injecting just enough morphine to make it appear on a blood test without actually alleviating pain. She also kept a supply of sugar pills with her, which she would switch with pain pills. Her coworkers thought she was sweet to spend her breaks keeping patients company, when she was, in reality, enjoying watching them suffer.

Nurse Heidi bent down and moved from drooler to drooler as if she were shopping.  

"What's up buttercup?" I said.  

 "Doctor Lana is in the mood for some cock torture, and she sent me to pick out a good one.”

"I see," I said.  "Oh, but not that one."

"Showing this twerp mercy, are ya?" Nurse Heidi said. 

I chuckled. "Hardly," I said.  "It's just that when I force feed him Viagra he's a particularly pleasurable fuck."

"OK hun," she said as she moved to another one. "How about this one?"

"Big cock, but no real hip thrust," I said with a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, take him. Need some help?"

"Nah," she said.  "He's light from being underfed." The selected drooler cried out inaudibly and thrashed around in fear as Nurse Heidi scooped him up, with ease and put him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.   " Oh no, you can't get away.  The doctor has something especially painful in mind for you, and you have absolutely no say in the matter.  Look at the bright side though.  I'll be there to enjoy every second of the entertainment." she laughed.  

Intrigued, I hooked a leash to Toad's slave collar and stood to follow the nurse.  It made no difference to me that I was standing on my foot licker's head and shoulder.  I simply didn't care.  He was just another drooler; just another slave. 

With Toad crawling close behind me, I made my way to our medical room.   The room looked like a vanilla exam room, but everything in there was designed to cause, rather than mollify, pain.  I entered just as my friends were strapping their subject to the exam table.  As soon as the patient was strapped down by his; elbows, wrists, thighs, ankles, hips, chest, and head; with thick black leather straps and strong brass buckles, Nurse Heidi strapped a blood pressure cuff onto his upper arm.

Lana was slender with milky white skin, long fiery red hair, and vibrant emerald eyes wearing a black lab coat over her deliciously perfect naked body.  The coat  featured an embroidered red skull where the caduceus should have been.  Other than her lab coat, she wore a pair of full-length black leather gloves and a pair of flat black thigh high leather boots.  The ensemble made her "patients" feel uneasy and made her feel aroused and powerful. 

The doctor turned her head toward me and smiled.  Her coat was open half way down giving me a wonderful view of her perky B-cup sized breasts.   "Come on in hun!" she beamed pleasantly.  "You're just in time for the show."  She turned to Nurse Heidi and said, "You got this hun?"  Heidi nodded, and Lana crossed the room to greet me with an exuberant hug and a kiss on the mouth. 

If Hans had been home, he would not have been a bit jealous.  We loved each other and truly wanted each other to have the most pleasure possible.  It wasn't uncommon for us to have sexual foursomes with the medical staff.  We also enjoyed beating and fucking slaves as foreplay with one another.  Nothing’s hotter than utterly destroying a helpless piece of trash just before tossing them aside and giving pleasure to the one you love more than yourself.

Her lips were plump, soft, moist, and painted Absolute Rouge.  They felt so good against my ebony-colored lips.  Her lips opened just enough for her tongue to make its way into my mouth, and I sucked it.  Each of us were tingling with euphoric chills when I felt my yoga pants being lowered.  Lana and I held the kiss as Nurse Heidi knelt between us and began to finger both our pussies.

It was a moment of pure pleasure.  The nurse worked her slender fingers inside us and teased our clits until we achieved wonderful climaxes and came.  Sweating and breathing hard, Lana and I collapsed and sat with our backs to the wall.  We spread our legs and pointed to our nether regions.  Toad crawled to me, instantly, and began to clean the jizz from me with his tongue, and Nurse Heidi did the same for Doctor Lana. 

Heidi was a sadist, and Lana loved her, but Heidi had given herself to the doctor as a completely devoted love slave, putting the doctor's comfort first 100% of the time.  While theirs was a mistress/slave relationship, Lana was never cruel to her.  The doctor expected complete obedience from her nurse, but saved her sadism for the ugly crippled dregs of society. 

Once I was clean, I stood and allowed Toad to pull my yoga pants up.  The tight fit made them exceedingly difficult for him to pull up.   I folded my arms and glowered at him as he struggled and strained to perform the simple task.

His right hand was permanently crippled in an unusable spastic ball, so he held one side of my waistband in his semi-usable left hand and the other side in his teeth.  Sweat ran down his forehead and his legs wobbled as he forced himself to stand, bringing my pants up my strong beautiful legs.  As hard as it was for him, I made sure not to help him in any way.

 Once the pants were up, my slave ran his usable index finger all the way around the inside of my waistband to make sure there were no folds or wrinkles which could make me uncomfortable. 

“You're so slow,” I said. 

“I’m sthorry Misthressth Ava for b-b-being a s-s-slow piece of sh-sh-shthit,” Toad said.  As soon as my yoga pants were up and comfortable, Toad dropped to the floor and kissed my feet weeping.  “I’m sthorry I’m n-n-not a better sthlave for you,” he said.  “I try stho hard.”  In reality, Toad was a completely steadfast slave who always worked extremely hard to please me.  He genuinely put my needs and desires far before his own.  Of course, the sadist in me made absolutely sure never to thank or complement him.  Constantly degrading one so sweet and devoted was an addicting pleasure I treated myself to multiple times a day. 

The combination of kisses and tears bathing my feet was intoxicating.  I allowed him to grovel for a few minutes while I basked in his loyal misery.   Once I had my fill of his humiliation, I snapped and pointed to the floor.  Toad immediately stopped kissing my feet, knelt beside my right leg, and bowed his head reverently.  "Goddamn, that was a great break in the day," I said, ignoring Toad completely.  

 "Wasn’t it just?" Lana said.  "That's right my lovely, get me nice and clean."  She used her hand to guide her nurse's head even more into her vaginal region.  The nurse purred with love and nestled her shoulders into the doctor's thighs, doubling her efforts to clean every bit of fluid from her mistress's ivory skin and fiery red muff.

 "I love watching you two," I said.  

 "God, I love her!" Lana exclaimed.  "Not only is she a hot bitch, she's completely fucking loyal.  You love yours?"

 "You kidding?" I said.   "This piece of shit?  He's a loyal slave, but just a slave, like the other worthless gimps living here.  This one is simply my personal piece of shit.  Isn't that right, Toad?"

 "That'sth right Misthressth Ava," Toad said.   "You're always right Misthressth Ava, I'm a worthlessth piecthe of shthit."

 Lana laughed.  "You're the only bitch meaner than I am.  I love you so much."  We kissed again.   The three of us stared down at Doctor Lana's patient.  The doctor ran her gloved fingers up and down her victim's trembling body, increasing his sense of helplessness and fear.  He was too handicapped to speak, but his eyes begged desperately for mercy,  which magnified our pleasure tremendously.  I salivated at the thought of all the nasty things the good doctor might have in store for him. 

 Nurse Heidi handed the good doctor a small black stainless-steel rod, as if she was handing a scalpel to a surgeon.  The rod was three inches long and about half an inch in diameter.  The first inch was smooth, but the next two inches were textured rough, much like a cheese grater.  The dutiful nurse held out an open jar of green  gel.  Doctor Lana dipped the textured two thirds of the rod into the gel.

 "Lubricant?" I said.  

 "Extra strength menthol," she said.  “Starting bp?”

 Nurse Heidi peered up at the monitor.  “130 over 99 Doctor.”

 “It's high,” Lana said, “but let’s go all out Baby!”  The doctor glanced over at me.  “I should explain to our lovely benefactor.  As pain rises, so does a subject’s blood pressure.  Nurse Heidi and I like to use a patient’s bp as an objective measurement of the amount of pain we’re inflicting, which allows us to set goals and refine our technique scientifically.  The rod itself will serve as the primary instrument of torture while the menthol serves as a secondary, but significant, source of pain.”

 I laughed happily.  "Burn baby, burn!" I cheered. 

 Our victim thrashed around in terror, his muscles spasmodically straining against the straps, as Nurse Heidi held his penis straight up.  Doctor Lana slowly inserted the rod into his awaiting pee-hole.  The poor dear screamed as the rod sank deeper and deeper into his defenseless urethra.  The lovely wails of agony grew exponentially when she began to viciously twist the instrument back and forth. 

 "You're shredding his urethra," I said.  

 "It's something I've always wanted to try," she said, continuing to inflict her creative brand of torture. 

 “Bp is at 142 over 116 Doctor,” Nurse Heidi reported in a professional tone.

 “Excellent!” Doctor Lana said, "but I really want to hit a systolic of 165 or better today.”

 Blood oozed from the tip of the pee-hole.  "He'll be useless as a fuck toy," I said.  

 "I guess I should've made sure that wouldn't be an issue before I began.  Do you want me to stop?"

 I patted her on the shoulder.  "Let's enjoy the moment," I said.  "Besides, we can always butt fuck him with a strap-on and use him as a boot licking pussy eater." The three of us laughed hard and the doctor began moving the instrument harder and faster. 

 When the patient’s blood pressure read 159 over 117, his eyes began to roll back in his head. 

“Oh no you don't you scrawny good for nothing mother fucker!  You're not going to rob the doctor of her goal by passing the fuck out!” Nurse Heidi said.  She handed the penis to me, took a syringe and a small bottle of Adderall from a cabinet, and filled the syringe from the bottle.  “Passing out is a way to escape the pain, and we can't have that, you selfish piece of shit!”  The loyal nurse injected  the carotid artery, so the drug would reach his brain as soon as possible, keeping him wide awake to experience every moment of the excruciatingly  entertaining procedure.

 “Thank you Nurse Heidi,” Doctor Lana said.  “You're an irreplaceable assistant.”

 “Thank you Doctor,” Nurse Heidi said.

The monitor displayed 162 over 125, and our toy began to shake and convulse in painful spasms.  Doctor Lana began sliding the rod in and out in addition to twisting it in circles.

“You're almost there, Doctor Lana!” Nurse Heidi said.  

“Could he die before you hit your number?” I said. 

 “It's a risk,” the doctor said.  “Want me to stop?"

 “No sweetie,” I said.  “Making  you stop when you're so close to your goal would be too cruel.  We can’t kill them very often, but if you slip once in a while, we won't be anal and give you a hard time about it.”

 “It's a pleasure working for people as kind as you and Hans,” the good doctor said.  The three of us exchanged looks then burst out laughing.

 We thoroughly enjoyed the next fifteen minutes, making him scream and thrash in exquisitely mind-numbing pain.  The monitor finally hit 168 over 135, and the three of us gave each other high-fives and celebratory butt bumps.

Nurse Heidi delivered a volley of good hard slaps to the patient’s face.  “Stay with us you fucking waste of flesh!” she said cruelly.  “Your nightmare isn't over yet.  Doctor Lana, Mistress Ava, and I are still having fun.  By the way, what's this fuck stick’s name?”

The doctor and I shrugged.  “It's probably in my files somewhere, but I don't really care.  He’s just a piece of meat that's fun to torture.”

“What about a slave name?” Doctor Lana said.

“Honestly,” I said.  “This one came in with a few others from a group home that closed.  We stripped him, dumped him on the floor, and pretty much ignored him except to toss some scraps of food on the floor for him once in a while.  We never thought enough about him to name him.”

 The sadistic nurse squeezed her patient’s cheeks together, puckering his mouth, and looked directly into his terrified eyes.  “You hear that you fucking fuck stick?  Do you?   Huh?  Nobody knows your fucking name because nobody gives a fuck about you.  Not one… little… fuck…  You're just a thing to be used and abused.”  The doctor and I each gave the comment a thumb up.

Once Doctor Lana removed the grater rod, blood poured from the end of the penis.  Nurse Heidi snapped on a pair of black disposable gloves, took a red hot, but completely smooth, rod from a nearby lab oven, and handed the rod to the doctor. 

"His urethra has been completely destroyed and will hurt for the rest of his miserable life," the doctor explained.  "His piss will come out in humiliating splashes and spurts, and, if I’ve done my job correctly, his piss should activate the remnants of the menthol and make what's left of his miserable cock feel like it's on fire.  However, we don't want him dying from blood loss, so I need to cauterize the blood vessels."  I handed the penis back to Nurse Heidi who held it steady as the doctor inserted the glowing hot tool. 

His cries filled the house, and I drank the sound in like beautiful music.   The savory aroma of cooking flesh made my throbbing pussy moist all over again.  "Barbecue anyone?” I said jovially.  We shared a good-natured laugh as our innocent victim writhed in agony for our amusement. 

His muscles flexed painfully as his body involuntarily spasmed against his restraints.  Once Doctor Lana had removed the cauterizing rod, we stood back and watched him twist, scream, and suffer. 

"I'd like to keep him in here," Lana said, “to make sure doesn’t go into shock and die.  Plus, I’d like to perform a series of menthol treatments to make sure the burning sensation lasts for the rest of his life.  I think I can keep alive and suffering for a long time if I can keep him alive and suffering for the next 48 hours.”  

I put the leash back on Toad's collar.  "Shouldn't be a problem,” I said.  "You’re welcome to keep him, if you wish, to perform a series of medical experiments on him and keep him in constant agony while you destroy him a piece at a time."

The sadistic doctor clapped joyously before throwing her arms around my neck in a hug.  “Thank you so much!"  she said.  “Maybe I’ll name him Lab Rat.  How does that sound?”

“Of course, babe.  Whatever makes you happy, “ I said.  “Just promise me you'll give me a holler before you perform the really entertaining… procedures, so I can enjoy the show." 

 “Of course, Mistress Ava,” Doctor Lana said.  “It's the least I can do.”

I put my hand on Lana’s shoulder.  “You're a beautiful person, not a slave.  Please, just call me Ava.”  I grabbed a fistful of red hair, pulled her to me, and kissed her moist red lips.  I held the kiss for two long erotically gratifying minutes.   "Who's up for Margaritas, pot, and a soak in the hot tub?" I finally said. 

Doctor Lana and Nurse Heidi liked the idea.  Toad crawled behind me on his knees and one semi-good hand as we turned out the light and left the patient alone in the dark to scream and suffer while we relaxed and got stoned.

House of Handicapped Horrors: One Loyal Slave

 The following story is a sadistic FANTASY, AND A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION! It depicts acts of sadistic violence against the helpless and sexual situations. In REAL LIFE, I DO NOT CONDONE violence against the helpless in any way, shape, or form! BDS&M play should always be SAFE, SANE, & CONSENSUAL! 

The great thing about working at home is that I can wear whatever the fuck I want to.  I was dressed in my black leather pants and bra, and had just paid our last bill for the month and it was time to relax.

I rolled some Raspberry Kush, lit the joint, sat back in my office chair, comfortably crossed my ankles in front of Oscar’s tortured face, and took a long satisfying drag.  Yes, our newest crippled resident, Oscar, was still decorating my accent cabinet from the neck up. We'd tied him up and stuffed him in the cabinet as soon as he arrived, a week earlier.

My husband, Hans, and I own a house for physically disabled adults. Because we're independently wealthy, we don't charge the state to house these lovelies. Since the state doesn't pay for their room & board, they don't inspect our facilities. The arrangement allows us to do what we want with our residents. This works for us, since we're sadists, we've made them our slaves.

We have two types of slaves, limpers and droolers. Hans and I chose labels which would diminish their self-esteem as much as possible. Limpers are mildly disabled; their bodies are weak and a few of their limbs are spastic and unusable. These slaves are fed thin unsweetened oatmeal in the morning and unseasoned boiled kale each evening. It's a spartan diet, but it keeps them alive enough to do the housework, all the housework. Sure, it takes them five times longer than it would take Hans, or myself, to do each chore, but watching them sweat and struggle is half the fun.

Droolers, on the other hand, are cripples who can't use their bodies in any significant way. They can move their heads, wiggle a bit, and some can talk. Because they can't work, they're not fed every day. Most of the droolers are left on the floor, where they can be stepped on. We'll let one or two of these eat stale bread off the floor and lick water off our feet or boots each day. They're the lucky droolers. 

The unlucky droolers are subjected to some ongoing form of torture for our sadistic amusement. These slaves are chosen at random, to make it completely unfair, and are only fed IV nutrition spiked with stimulants and Viagra to increase their level of suffering.

Oscar was one of the unlucky droolers. We tied him up and stuffed him in the cabinet so that all his weight rested on the tips of his kneecaps, causing him constant agonizing pain. The cherry on top was the dental damn we made him wear. Not only did it cause his jaw continual pain by not allowing his mouth to close, but I enjoyed watching his tongue wag back and forth in complete frustration.

I wiggled my toes in his face as a silent command to do the only thing he's good for, and he began licking the soles of my beautiful feet.  Having my feet kissed and licked is a Luxury.  Having them kissed and licked by someone who's COMPLETELY helpless and at my mercy  sends chills of pleasure throughout my entire body, making me extremely wet.

I closed my eyes and began fingering myself.  The only thing that would improve the moment would be to inflict some, undeserved, pain.  I satisfied the urge by emotionally torturing Oscar just for fun, my fun.

"You're such a worthless piece of shit, you really are.   Of course, all cripples are worthless wastes of space.  The only thing you’re good for is amusing the beautiful people, like me and Hans.  Otherwise, they might as well abort you at birth."  I took another long drag of my joint.  Seeing the maggot start to cry gave me extra pleasure as the weed relaxed me.  I never felt my day was complete unless I made the fucker cry.

I'm not a religious girl mind you, but as if a gift from God, one of our male limpers crawled in and knelt beside me with his head bowed respectfully.

"What the fuck do you want you ugly piece of shit?" I said.

"I've finished all my really hard work Misthressth Ava, stho I wanted to sthee if you wanted anysthing more," he said.   He had a mop of unkempt dirty blond hair, which hung over his unshaven face, and his ribcage was clearly visible from hunger.  His abject misery was beautiful.

It wasn’t enough for Hans and me to have everything, we wanted our slaves to  have nothing.  We truly enjoyed depriving them of any possible source of happiness, joy, and hope for the future.  Crushing their spirits under our feet, and turning them into miserable tortured slaves was a pastime we never grew weary of.

"Done already?" I said.   "Sounds like I didn't give you enough hard work to do."

"I began after morning meal yesttherday, worked sthrough evening meal and sthleep period stho I could pleasthe you Misthressth Ava," he said.

I laughed.  "You sound like such a stupid retard when you talk," I said just to be cruel.  Then I was hit with a sadistic flash of brilliance, and decided to torture the last few threads of his dignity and self-respect.  "Kiss my leather pants while I talk to you," I said.  "You can help me... educate my newest play thing."  In reality, there was no reason for Oscar to understand anything.  I was going to do whatever I wanted to do to him, whether he understood anything, or not.  Nevertheless, it was a good excuse to emotionally torture this piece of trash and have some fun.

"Yesth Misthressth Ava," he said as he bent forward and began lovingly kissing my strong perfect calves.   As cruel as I was to him, his kisses conveyed genuine love for his mistress.  It made what I was about to do all the more cruel.  Punishing them for misbehavior was fun, but torturing the crippled pukes, when they didn't deserve it was a real blast!  "What are you?" I said.

The limper cocked his head and said, "Misthressth Ava?"

I kicked him in the face, sending him toppling backwards onto the floor.  "What are you?" I said.

He (I didn't know, or care, what his named was) scrambled back to his knees and resumed kissing my leather clad leg as poor Oscar continued to lick my feet.  "I'm a worthless piecthe of dog shthit Misthressth Ava."

"That's true," I said.  "I can't argue with that.  But, I was thinking more basic.  What are you?"

He thought hard.  "I'm your sthlave Misthressth Ava."

"That's right," I purred as I ran my big toe up & down the bridge of his nose.  He gulped, in obvious discomfort, but he knew enough not to move.  "You're my slave.  And, as my slave, what rights do you have?"

He chuckled nervously.  "Good one Misthressth Ava," he finally said. 

"What's funny?" I said sternly.

The smile left his face, and he bowed his head quickly.  "Pleasthe forgive me Misthressth Ava I sthought you were making a funny joke Misthressth Ava."

"Why the fuck would you think I was joking?" I said.   "Do I ever joke with fucking sub-human shit stains, like you?"

"I'm your sthub-human sthlave, Misthressth Ava.   Sthlaves have no rightsth Misthressth Ava," he said, cringing in fear.

I moved my toe from his nose to his cheek, and stroked his face slowly.  "Good answer," I said.   "And, what's your job as my slave?"

"To do everysthing you and Masthter Hans tell me to do, and only what you and Masthter Hans tell me to do, Misthressth Ava."

"You’re just full of good answers today, " I said.   I put my toe in his mouth, and he, obediently, began to suck it.  There was love in his groveling.  "And, what do I owe you for such total devotion?"

"Nothing Misthressth Ava," he said.   "You give me food out of kindness Misthressth Ava, but you don't owe me anysthing.  I'm your sthlave Misthressth Ava, I stherve you becausthe I love you Misthressth Ava."

Oh, this was too precious, too perfect.  Hurting cripples, who couldn't defend themselves was fun, but torturing one, who loved me, would be an absolute pleasure.   I had to do it just right though, to make sure to cause him the most emotional pain possible, maximizing my pleasure.  "Tell me why you love me," I said.

"Misthressth Ava, you are beautiful, sthmart, and sthtrong.  Everysthing about you is perfect Misthressth Ava."

"Even though, I don't love you?" I said.

"Yesth Misthressth Ava," he said, through a pout while fighting back tears.

"Tell me why I don't love you."

"Please Misthressth Ava."
 
I picked up a whip from my desk and cracked it right on his shoulder.  "Tell me!" I ordered.

He cringed in fear, which is exactly what I wanted.  "I'm weak, ugly, crippled, stthupid, and completely worsthless.   Sthere isth nosthing about me to love Misthressth Ava."  Bingo, there were the tears, and not just a trickle either, but the big crocodile kind.  It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough.  "I'm justht lucky you let me be your sthlave."

"As long as you understand that it's not because you’re special in any way," I took pleasure in saying. "Nobody will ever love you. The most you'll ever be is something for, actual people, to use, like an old rancid dish towel. Nobody will ever really care about you though."

His pathetic body quivered with forlorn misery as he leaned forward and kissed my calves again.  "Yesth Misthressth Ava," he said, and kept kissing me.   "I'm nosthing. Thank you for letting me live here Misthressth Ava."

Hearing his empty belly growl as he groveled in total sorrow began to make me orgasmically wet.   "Of course, you can live here, for as long as you are a good worker.  The minute you’re no longer useful, we'll take you downtown with jeans and a t-shirt, and turn you loose."  His eyes widened with fear.  I laid it on thick.  "You might survive for a few months by picking food out of the trash and giving blow jobs for meth, but you'll eventually become too  sick to give decent head, so you'll go through really painful withdrawal and die alone under a bridge somewhere."

He began kissing my leg harder and faster.  "Pleasthe Misthressth Ava," he said between kisses.  "I'll be ustheful, you'll sthee.  I'll be a good sthlave, a hard-working sthlave, obedient sthlave."

"Really?" I said.  "You'll obey me, no matter what?"

"Yesth Misthressth Ava," he said.  "No matter what."

"I see," I said, licking my mental lips.  "Lay on your back and spread your legs."

"Yesth Misthressth Ava," he said.  My slave's body shook as he lowered himself to the floor and spread his legs wide.

A truly evil smile crept across my lips as I stood and held my foot above his crotch.  He was totally; obedient, submissive, and loyal; and I was about to torture him just for fun.  But, I wanted him  to squirm first.  "I'm going to step on your cock and balls," I said.  "And, I'm going to make it hurt.  I want you to stay still, knowing it will hurt, knowing I will show you absolutely no mercy, and let me do it."

"Yesth Misthressth Ava," he said oh so sweetly.  It was delicious.

I brought my foot down hard and fast, trapping his cock and balls between my sole and his pelvis.  He produced a wonderfully entertaining scream as his upper body shot straight up, hung there and crashed back to the floor.  I lost my breath and my eyes started to water from laughing so hard.  Keeping my foot on their target, I shifted all my weight onto that foot and twisted it back and forth to grind his male parts into his pelvic bone.

He banged his head repeatedly on the floor, obviously in excruciating pain.  Yet, he never spoke, after the initial scream.  Loyally, the little shit stayed there, and let me torture him for as long as I wanted.   I came as sheer agony filled his penis, testicles, pelvis, and lower gut.  I had such fun seeing him suffer.  He didn't deserve it.  It was like torturing a loyal little puppy.  Lord, it was so fucking fun!  I came in my pants again.  They were such scrumptious orgasms I about lost my mind.

After my fourth climax, I fell into my chair sweaty and exhausted.  Anticipating my needs, the limper fought through the pain, rose to his knees, took a new joint from a box on my desk, steadied his crippled hand as much as possible before placing the spliff between my lips, and handed me my lighter.  He would've lit it himself, but the palsy in his fingers wouldn't let him strike the wheel and hold the button.

I smoked for a while, ignoring the mass of pain kissing my perfect feet.  Without a word, I stood and walked to my closet.  His eyes asked if he should follow me.  I snapped and pointed to the floor.  He bowed his head and waited silently for me on his knees.

A moment later, I was locking a black leather collar, adorned with chrome studs, around his neck and attaching a silver leash.  "From now on, your name is Toad, and you'll be my personal slave twenty-four seven three hundred and sixty fucking five."

He smiled.

I slapped the back of his head hard enough to send him lurching forward.  "Wipe that fucking smile off your piss drinking face!" I barked.  "This isn't some kind of reward."  Actually, it was a reward in a way.  Even though I'd tortured him, without mercy, he'd remained remarkably loyal.   "You'll do EVERYTHING for me from now on.

You will wash me, dry me, help dress me, brush my hair, paint my toenails, fetch me whatever I want, drink my piss, clean my ass after I shit and do anything else I tell you to.  You will kiss my feet the minute I wake up and crawl behind me all day on your leash, close enough to smell my heels.

After I go to bed, you will clean the master bathroom, make sure my robe and towels are ready for the next morning, and wash my clothes by hand before you may sleep on the floor next to our bed in case Master Hans, or I, want anything during the night.

Unlike, your fellow limpers you will not be guaranteed meals.  If there are scraps left after I eat, you may eat them off the floor.  If there are no scraps left after I eat then you're just out of luck, and neither Master Hans, nor I, will care.

“Do you understand?"

Toad nodded and kissed each of my toenails.  "I love you Misthressth Ava."