Making and breaking of a cuckold – 20 The interrogation

Would I say something again or just suck it up? Then I noticed her twirling the dial to the DreamLover and the awful reality of my situation dropped on me like a tonne of bricks. There was no place for defiance with that evil device wrapped around the base of my balls.

“You are right Your Majesty, I am a fool. Please forgive me”.

Sheridan grinned like a Cheshire cat; this was the first time she had humbled me on her own without Max and Gemma around and she was lapping it up. With Christy and Mark there as an audience, I knew she was about to put me through some hoops. But what?

“OK Mark and Christy, you’ve probably never had a slave before who you can fuck over to your heart’s content. What would you like to do with faggot? Use your imagination and there’s no need to hold back; Max and Gemma don’t care how much you damage him”.

“I love the idea of an interrogation, having him kneel before me while I bitch slap him silly and verbally degrade him. For a start, that is. There are much more diabolical things I’d like to do to this piece of shit. What about you Mark?”, said Christy.