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Subject: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part twenty eight
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In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.
Part Twenty-eight
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
David predictably took himself in hand as soon as the
door closed upon him. Despite the light being on, and
knowing she was watching, he could not help himself.
The frustration was just too much, he could hold off no
longer. As he jerked his red raw prick to orgasm, with
his second prick still waggling in front of his face,
his orgasm was accompanied by pain and a sense of
degradation. She had USED his face, and PUNISHED his
prick. She had insulted him, and then cruelly dismissed
him. Yet despite all of this ill treatment he had
remained sexually excited. So much so that he could not
resist jerking off. That was the final irony, the
ultimate degradation, recognising his own excitement at
what she did to him. She had even managed to make his
own stolen pleasure a humiliating experience. Even as
he ejaculated the thought of the punishment he was at
that moment earning was with him.
David eventually managed to remove the hood and wash
the dildo. He tidied the room and cleaned up the mess
he had made. He retired to bed, but his sexual
excitement would not dissipate and over the next hour
he masturbated twice more to orgasm. He may as well be
hung for a sheep as a lamb, he thought. He tried to
limit his movement beneath the covers, but with little
success. It was so frustrating to have to try and steal
your pleasure secretly, and so unfair! He realised
fully that there was every probability that she had
taped his disobedience, and was not looking forward to
the consequences that would probably follow.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
In the morning, over breakfast, Karin skimmed though
her videotape. She was of course secretly pleased, he
was so easy to manipulate that he virtually did it to
himself. Give him enough rope, she thought, and he ties
himself up. Paraphrasing the old adage caused her to
laugh inwardly. She now had the perfect reason to give
David the same treatment he had suffered on Monday
morning. There was little doubt in her mind that now he
almost believed he deserved it. That was the kind of
man she liked.
Before leaving for the office, she once again marched
David to her bathroom and locked him in place. There
she administered her 'suitable treatment for toilet
perverts'. "Not a punishment," she told him, "just a
reminder of what he was." She warned him that his real
punishment for breaking rule five would be severe, and
would be administered that evening.
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Karin returned home that evening in a particularly
cheerful mood. She removed David's restrainer and
relaxing in front of the TV told David to change into
his uniform and prepare her evening meal. Karin was
flicking idly from channel to channel with the remote
control as David laid the table for her.
David was made to stand at Karin's side as she ate her
meal. Although she appeared distracted by a the
financial news on the television, her hand wandered
absently, stroking David's thighs. She delved
unconsciously into his panties and stroked his
genitalia, once again causing David's arousal, to
Karin's amusement and his not unrelated discomfiture.
She did so like the idea of men being embarrassed by
their own sexuality. She loved it when they felt guilty
at their natural condition, and it was so easy to make
them feel that way.
Karin tired of this diversion and dismissed David. In
his aroused condition he returned to his duties in the
kitchen, and to his own meal, which was the mashed up
remnants of the dinner he had prepared for her the day
before. Karin went upstairs to prepare herself for the
evening she had arranged, she wanted to look her best
for the company she had invited. When she returned
downstairs she was carrying steel handcuffs.
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