"Lift your ass off the floor so I can remove your jeans. It's showtime, big boy." I looked at her, perplexed. "Kitten-"
"Don't you dare call me fucking Kitten one more time. You know my name; use it!"
"Okay,Kitlyn…I won't be able to hold myself up with my hands and ankles cuffed like this. You can release me, and I will be happy to remove my pants for you."
I smiled at her, but she did not appreciate my attempt at humor. She tapped her foot beside my outstretched body.
"Fine, then I will just cut them off. You better hope I don't miss and cut off your damn dick!!"
She ran to the kitchen drawer and grabbed the scissors. I felt a little apprehensive but didn't show any emotion as she began cutting the fabric away from my body, starting with the legs. When she reached my thigh, she put the scissors aside and unzipped them. She returned to cutting the material until she could remove it without resistance.
My cock was still rock hard in my boxers. I felt a little nervous about what her next move was going to be. I didn't want her to cut my fucking dick off!
I know I did some terrible things, but I never really harmed her. There was no physical abuse, and she had no scars. I did nothing but treat her like a queen, yet she was so angry with me. I guess having her sterilized was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I thought allowing her to take her anger out on me would help ease her pain. I didn't count on her kicking me in the nuts, rendering me helpless. The thought of her going anywhere near my balls didn't cross my mind.
I figured she would scream and curse, throwing in a smack or two, not turn me intoherhelpless prisoner. My thoughts absorbed me until I heard the scissors cut through my shirt.
She peeled away my jeans and tee shirt, leaving me only in my Calvin's, still sporting an impressive hard-on. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in my position.
She looked at me, grinning. "How does it feel not to get off,pet? Not so much fun, is it?"
I kept my emotions in check, and my face remained stoic.
I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me angry or distressed. It was much better for me to remain impassive.
"I don't like it, Kitlyn, although I don't remember being this cruel to you. I always took care of you. That is something you can't deny. My only sin was kidnapping you because I was so obsessed and I couldn't erase you from my mind. I know I spanked you the first night I brought you here, but I never really hurt you, did I?"
I raised my brows, staring at her. "No scars, some pain, but multiple orgasms. Can you call me a liar?"
She stood up and sat in the chair, looking down at me, her arms folded across her chest.
" I will not kill you, Atlas. I think you know that. I don't even hate you because you can’t help who you are. I'm only going to give you a taste of your own medicine. You know, an eye for an eye. When I leave, I never want to see you as long as I live. You better never stalk me or try to kidnap me again."
She wagged her finger at me, chastising me like a naughty child. "I won't make the same mistake twice. If you break into my home or follow me, I will shoot you dead in your tracks. I will not live in fear for my life every day."
She pointed at her arm.
"I will remove the tracker, and then move far away where you can never find me. Of course, I could kill you in self-defense. After all, you kidnappedme."
She sneered my way, showing her big kitty-cat fangs. My little girl grew some balls; she had better ensure she still had them intact when I was free.
She stood up, grabbed the scissors, cut my boxers, and removed them. I was completely naked, lying on the cold kitchen floor, bound up like a prisoner of war.
My cock was still hard. I could never control it around her. She looked at me with an evil grin on her face. "Now for the main entertainment. Stay right here. I'll be right back."
I knew what was coming next. I didn't try to wriggle free from my bounds; it was useless. My wrists and ankles were too thick to shimmy out of the cuffs.
Once she had finished teaching me a lesson and was gone, I would free myself, somehow. Then, God help her if I ever got my hands on her again. She won't be able to sit for a month.
She entered the kitchen once more.
Just as I expected, she had the flogger in her hand, a tube of lube, and alarge butt plug. I never considered her to be deviant, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe I rubbed off on her. I realize I am screwed right now.
I am going to be fucked, literally!
Kitlyn
