***Author's Note: Limited sex. Power, Control & Manipulation***
Pussy Boi
Chapter 5 Sandy's turn
Tamara sent the video to Dr. Davies. They decided to go to a local bar. Sandy was giddy with excitement. Chattering away.
"Oh my god! He would really drink my piss. And he didn't flinch when I drooled spit in his mouth. He'll fucking do anything."
"Sandy remember you cannot have sex with him. Nothing."
"No problem Tamara. I'll stick to the humiliation and degradation. Are we really going to force him to suck old women?"
"Yes. We need to put up some ads online for him. But we need to fuck him up more first. Maybe Angela can play with his balls."
"With my dominatrix boots. Pop those suckers." Angela and Sandy hi-fived on that.
Tamara had the control app open on her cell. "Get up! Clean her off. Wash yourself. Cage on. Five minutes." She watched Zack scramble to comply.
"Cold water only!" He tried to cheat. There was no hot water. Tamara had thought of everything.
Tamara called and updated Jacqueline. She was very pleased.
"Tamara what's next week's plan?" Sandy asked as they were shown to a booth in the back. Tamara had handed a hundred to the bar's bouncer. Skipped any wait.
"Order drinks first Sandy. You need to chill. And a guy to fuck you hard."
"Bouncer can have me in the bathroom." Laughter.
Angela pointed at Sandy jokingly "You are such a cock slut."
"So are you! Strap-on cocks. Damn lesbians!" They play slapped.
"Sandy why don't you just eat out Angela. She'll fuck you hard if you do."
"No way Tamara, Only real cocks for me. And if I eat her out she'll try to move in."
"Sandy you are so stuck up. Get in line." Angela grinned as the drinks arrived.
"Ok girls enough battle of the horny bitches. This week's plan. Dr. D was specific. Tomorrow he needs to start on his gay pornos. All dominant bears and bulls with big cocks. Fucking up little white twinks. Zero women. Make him wish he could still watch those hairy old grannies."
They were interrupted. Two good looking guys in their thirties. Dressed like Wall Street bankers. Cruising for university girls to fuck.
"Ladies may we join you? Happy to pick up your drinks."
Tamara smiled broadly. "No thanks I have all the pussy I need right here." She turned and french kissed Angela. Guys looked ready to retort but Sandy jumped in.
"I'm horny wanna eat me out?" She raised her dress spreading her legs. Guys turned and left.
"We're getting good blowing off those creeps. But they were cute."
Angela teased "Sandy you'll fuck anything with a dick."
"Back on track. Sandy you get Wednesday night cleaning. Make him jack off to the gay videos. Cum on a plate. Force him to eat his jizz." Sandy clapped.
"Damn so I don't get eaten? Darn it."
"Stick to the plan. But you can have him lick your feet clean. Make sure they're really funky."
"Note to self, boots no socks Wednesday."
"I'm busy that night so Angela will hang outside. In case he revolts."
Zack was miserable. The climax had done little for him. Now he was on a diet of gay porn. He was depressed. His body felt off. Starting to understand sex was now perilous. What else would these women do to him? Sandy looked plain and sweet but was definitely kinky. Clearly loved degrading him. He hoped she would not return.
Tuesday noon he arrived at the doctor's office. Stripped and knelt. Expected Jacqueline's office door to open. Instead another door opened.
"Come in here Wanker." He crawled in. Old nurse pointed. He bent over the end of an exam table. She jabbed him.
"You're done." He crawled out. She shook her head. Another weirdo. Dr. Davies collected them. But she paid a very good salary for very little work.
Wednesday on the way home from work Zack was almost crying. He knew the schedule. Something would happen. He feared what.
He waited the usual ten minutes staring at the camera. Nothing. Turned to walk in.
"Crawl! Why were you standing?" Sandy scared the shit out of him. He crawled to her sitting on a high stool in the kitchen. She offered her boots one at a time. He kissed the bottoms of them. He was disgusted. A dirty foot was one thing. But she had walked on NYC streets in those.
"Are you hungry pussy boi?"
"Yes Mistress Sandy."
"Can of Tuna. Get the dog bowels from under the sink. Put the tuna in one." Those were new additions.
"At my feet." He placed them there. Knelt again.
She stood and mashed the tuna with the bottom of her boot. Lifted it up for him to lick off.
"Good boy. Take off my boots." The smell enveloped him. She presented her foot and he kissed the bottom. Trying not to react. It stank.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" He was confused.
"You french kiss a woman's foot. Dry lips are an insult." He french kissed this time. Both feet.
"Hold your water bowel below my feet." She proceeded to pour from her water bottle over her feet.
"Clean my feet with your tongue. Make sure you get between the toes." Gagging a little he did. Sandy just peered down on him. Watching the perv do anything for her. She was wet.
"Good boy. Now eat your dinner. No hands. Make sure to drink all your water. Must keep hydrated."
Zack was resigned. He ate and drank like a dog. She laughed and giggled as he did.
"You are such a dirty desperate little perv. You lapped up my dirty foot water. Just so I might let you fuck a plastic pussy? Or jerk off?" Snapped her fingers pointing and he put her boots on. Then she took his dog bowl.
Sandy walked to the TV putting the bowl down. He crawled and knelt. She pulled out the cage key. Her other hand had a taser she waved in his face. He took off the cage. Video playing was a submissive male on his back, feet by his ears. Three men were taking turns fucking the wide spread ass, while he jerked himself.
