Crushed Men

Vanquished Men-3

After Susan pulled her new poor wretch away, I looked up at Emily. She was smiling but I failed to see the cruel glint I expected. I figured I was already in the lion’s den, how much worse could I make it, so I decided to go whole hog.

“Well, Emily, I guess you won the lottery,” I said.

“That mouth gets you in more trouble,” she laughed. “Why don’t we see if we can put it to a better use.”

She dragged me into her bedroom and locked the door.

“As a controller I have special privileges,” she said. “First, my room is not monitored. Second, I don’t have an overseer like I was for Susan. Finally, I can pretty much do what I want with you inside this room.”

“Lucky you,” I quipped.

“You were wrong,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Six months ago, when you gave that brief description of what type of a person I was,” she said. “You were wrong.”

“Which part was I wrong about?” I asked.

“The part where you said I like this slave thing,” she said. “I did or at least I thought I did and sometimes it is nice to be able to… Anyway, I don’t really like it, but like you I’m stuck in my role for the same amount of time that you are.”

“Poor you,” I said sarcastically.

“That mouth,” she laughed. “We do need to put it to work. Come here.”

She lay back on her bed and spread her legs. I crawled over fully intending to give her a horrible performance just to show her that, no matter what, I wasn’t going to be intimidated when she started talking.

“Oh, by the way, I know how horrible you are at giving head,” she said. “Susan has been complaining for six months, which is strange because before that, when you guys were boyfriend and girlfriend all she could do was rave. I guess she was wrong, or you just forgot or something. Anyway, I don’t expect much but what the heck.”

If that was intended to inflame me, it worked. I liked eating p***y and I was good at it. I pulled out all the stops and had her screaming for so long that one of the other girls knocked on the door to ask is she was alright.

I brought her down gently after the third one and then crawled up into the bed and held her. About thirty minutes later she got up on one elbow and looked at me.

“What a f*****g i***t,” she said.

“Actually, I have all A’s in my classes,” I said.

“Not you, I mean Susan,” she clarified. “She has to be the poster girl for dumb blond to have let you go.”

“I have some other… uh… things I’m good at too,” I said. “Maybe sometime I’ll get a chance to show you exactly what I…”

“How about right now?” she said, throwing me the key to the horrible device on my genitals.

I didn’t have to be told twice. Again, as worked up as I was after not having an orgasm for more than six months, I didn’t rush things and only think about myself. I took my time and worked on making it good for her. I managed to hold back until she began to unload and then I let myself fall of the cliff with her. It was some of the best s*x I had ever had.

“I wish I’d met you first,” she said.

“You mean so you wouldn’t have wasted six months not having me as your slave,” I joked.

“Don’t get too cocky, boy,” she said. “I’m still going to have to take you to the punishment room and discipline you for your last go around with Susan.”

“You’re still going to whip me after…”

“If I don’t the other controllers will notice and they will kick me out,” she explained. “that will leave you without an owner which means they will give you to Mary and believe me I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.”

“And then?” I asked.

“Then, you and I need to really get to know each other,” she said.

“I think I’m going to like that,” I said.

“I guess we’ll see,” she said. “Now put that thing back on your d**k and crawl behind me to the punishment room.”

Chapter Three

A year and a half later my contract was up. I had been with Emily as my owner the entire time. In public I was still her slave but in private we were friends and lovers. In my mind she was perfect and any of my early misgivings were completely gone. I was head over heels in love with her and hoped she felt the same.

Over the course of time I had seen a bit of Susan. On campus she was still with hunk, but something seemed to be lacking. I had been with her for over two years before she threw me away and I knew her and her moods intimately. She was seriously unhappy. In fact, she had approached me on two occasions at the house and had asked me if we couldn’t patch up our differences. Three things stood in the way of that. I didn’t want to have to live as her slave for even a minute, I didn’t trust her, and I was deeply in love with Emily

I arrived at the sorority house after the graduation ceremony to finally be set free. I didn’t see Emily anywhere but one of the other controllers removed my ear tag, gave me back my clothes and told me I was free to go. I looked around but still no Emily.

“What about this?” I asked, pointing to the vile thing on my crotch.

“I don’t have any way to get it off without the key,” the controller said.

“Where is it?” I asked.

“I think Emily has it,” the controller said, “but I’m pretty sure she left.”

“Where?”

“I think she went home,” the girl said, “but before you ask, I’m not allowed to give out her address.”

“That sucks,” I said.

“She did leave you a note,” the girl said, handing me a slip of paper.

Mike, I have your key. I didn’t know if you’d want to see me again

after you were free and frankly, I was too scared to find out. I would

have been devastated if you walked away from me at the house even

if I understand why you would, so, I took the key in the hopes that

you feel about me the same way I feel about you and will come for it.

If I haven’t seen you in a month, I plan to flush it down the toilet… just

kidding, I will mail it back to you.

No address! How was I supposed to find her? I racked my brain. Then I searched out Susan.

“Susan, have you got a minute?” I asked.

“Is this… about us?” she asked.

“Susan, that ship has sailed, and you know it,” I said softly. “I honestly don’t know what you were thinking.”

“I’m truly sorry, Michael,” she said. “I got swept up in the whole having a slave thing and I… Isn’t there any way we can try again? I truly loved you. I just made a stupid mistake.”

“I’m sorry also, Susan, but… I’m in love with Emily now,” I said.

She hung her head. She looked miserable and I felt sorry for her, but that part of my life was over.

“Do you happen to know where Emily lives?” I asked.

Her head snapped up.

“She left you?” she asked.

“Uh… I’m not sure,” I said.

“I’ll give it to you, but you have to promise that if she doesn’t want you that you’ll at least give me a chance to…”

I didn’t think there was a chance in hell, but I said, “Yes.”

***

Two days later I had hitch hiked the 500 miles to her hometown and was standing at her door. I knocked.

“What took you so long?” Emily quipped as she opened the door.

“Just give me the f*****g key and I’ll get out of your life,” I snapped.

I watched her face fall as she pulled it from around her neck and handed it to me. I pretended like I was leaving and then turned back.

“Just kidding!” I chortled.

I dropped to one knee and held the key back out to her.

“Will you marry me?” I asked.

“That smart mouth is still getting you in trouble,” she said, snatching the key back. “Luckily I brought my favorite whip home. I think we need a little attitude adjustment before I check out what this unlocks. Don’t bother to get up just crawl behind me.”

As I crawled behind her, she looked back and said, “Oh, and the answer to your question is yes, you fool.”

Horsing Around

I had been shivering, naked, in the dog cage wearing only my collar, in the basement since six last night. When she put me in the cage I thought it was a precursor to a night of kinky games but, the b***h had eaten dinner without me and gone to bed. It was now morning and I could smell the bacon she’d had for breakfast. I was hungry, sore and my bladder was killing me. I didn’t think I could last much longer when I heard her boots on the stairs. She came down dressed in tight jeans, riding boots and a sheer white top. She had a whip and my leash in her hand.

“Not a word, understand?” she said coldly.

I nodded. She unlocked the cage, attached my leash and dragged me out. At the top of the stairs she turned left through the kitchen, pulled me into the back yard and over to the fifty-year-old maple where she stopped, waiting expectantly. I was humiliated. She had never treated me so coldly, so matter-of-factly before. I lifted my leg and pissed gallons.

She looked down unemotionally while I finished and then dragged me to the garage. Her SUV had the back hatch open with another dog cage inside. I looked at her in fear. Surely she wasn’t taking me somewhere dressed like this. I cringed down on the garage floor, afraid to move.

“You get your f*****g ass in that cage right now,” she snapped, “or you are not going to like the consequences.”

I climbed in. She locked the cage door, closed the hatch, got in front and backed out of the garage. I huddled down afraid that someone would see me. Thank goodness the windows in back were heavily tinted. When we got on the highway she made a call on speakerphone.

“Hello?” said a woman’s voice.

“Hi, Sherry, it’s me, I’m on my way,” my wife said.

“Any problems?” Sherry asked.

“He wouldn’t dare,” my wife answered.

“I have one before him,” Sherry said. “You can watch.”

“That will be nice,” my wife said. “It gives him a chance.”

“Marsha,” Sherry chided, “he doesn’t stand a chance. I’ve been doing this for twenty years and I’ve never failed.”

“I hope for his sake that this is your first failure,” my wife said wistfully.

“Why?” Sherry asked.

“I’m kind of fond of him,” my wife said, “and I really don’t look forward to training another one.”

“Sorry,” Sherry said, “but you can always buy him back after he’s trained.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see,” my wife said. “See you in about thirty minutes.”

“Bye.”

I listened to their conversation with growing dread. I didn’t understand. We were married and… well, I guess at home I was pretty much completely under her thumb, little more than a slave but, still, I thought she loved me and we had a nice life together. It sounded like some kind of… contest or something and if I lost… Well, I didn’t know what happened exactly if I failed but, it didn’t sound good.