The Loan Shark: pt 12 (CYNTHIA) - Title's Choice
**5 Years Later**
Betting on myself years ago was a decision that would change the course of my life for the better. NovaTech started as a fleeting idea by my partner Virgil and I. Never in our wildest imaginations did we expect it to grow past a conversation over a few beers into what it became. But there we sat in the office of Bailey and Bailey, pens in hand, ready to acquire two major companies to add under the NovaTech umbrella.
"This is it guys. What you've been working for all this time," Andrea said as she stood behind Virgil who was sitting next to me. It was a surreal experience sitting there at the long conference room table preparing for another multimillion-dollar expansion.
"You don't know just how ready I am," I responded as I leaned forward and signed each paper that Alyssa handed to me.
"This is major guys! We've never closed one quite this big before," Alyssa exclaimed as I finished signing my portion and handed the stack of papers to Virgil.
"Mmmm, you may be right. Definitely the biggest one I've ever had," Andrea purred as she crouched down and slid her hand between Virgil's legs. Her expensive wedding ring glistened on its way down.
Virgil smiled and groaned. It didn't take much for neither Alyssa nor I to figure out that she found his nuts and was passionately working them under the table.
"Go ahead baby. You earned this," Andrea continued as she emphasized her words by giving his nuts a gentle twist.
"Mmmm, easy baby. Those are multi-million dollar jewels you have in your hand," Virgil moaned in pleasure as he signed. Alyssa rolled her eyes and stared at me as I stared back. We both knew without saying, that their fun wasn't going to stop just because we were there.
"Done!" Virgil announced as Andrea planted her face into the side of his neck.
"I'm so proud of you baby, but I'm not done with you. You're mine until I say you can leave," Andrea said with his balls still in her grip.
"Now that that's over, where do you plan on taking me for vacation," she said sensually with another squeeze of his sack.
"Mmm, just tell me wherever you want to go and I'll make it happen," Virgil happily submitted as Andrea's fingers continued to tame him.
"You know what, that's our cue to leave," I coughed as I stood and headed for the door.
"I'm right behind you," Alyssa announced grabbing me by the arm as we exited.
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**Dowtown**
"Title we're punching this work out as fast as we can Sugar, but we're pushed back at least 3 months here," Breanna complained while standing in front of the banner that read *Rodeo Construction* stretched across a portion of fence that enclosed the expansive work site.
**A Year Ago**
The word *interesting* fails to adequately describe what transpired a year earlier. The previously abandoned, downtown building site that was the starting point of my entire journey with Bryan and Cynn had gone into auction. Virgil and I made it our mission to bid on the project with Breanna and her company on board as our project manager. We knew that some of the heavyweight sharks would be at the auction ready to over-bid. It was to our surprise as we arrived early to see Breanna standing and waiting for us with 2 male bidders on the ground in the fetal position.
She smiled at us with her foot planted firmly in the crotch of an older third man wearing an expensive blue suit. He was on his back in agony with his ankles in Breanna's hands. She held his legs open and twisted her cowboy boot into his nuts with disregard for their well-being.
"Hey there boys!", she exclaimed as we approached. "Looks like there has been a change in plans. You're the only ones bidding today. Congratulations on the new project!"
The sound of the man's screams as Breanna leaned in crushing his nuts was deafening. I felt guilty for not intervening as he panicked, but I dared not interfere. I didn't know anything about the poor man or if he was deserving of such torture, but Breanna did what she felt she needed to do to secure the job.
We won the bid with no competition.
**Downtown**
"Breanna, what do we need to do here? 3 months is a long time, and you know just as well as I do that time affects everybody's money," I said sternly. There was nobody that I had more faith in to complete the project, but I had to show some authority and challenge her on the timeline that we agreed on.
"Title, if it were anybody else that I was talking to, then there would be major problems right now," she huffed as her eyes traveled to my crotch. "Since it's you though, I'll get things back on track."
Virgil and I watched as Breanna motioned towards a group of men near the construction site. A young man in work gear and a hard hat approached.
"Sugar I need you to send a message to James for me," Breanna fumed as she stared the man down.
"Yes ma'am, anything you want. How can I help you?" he inquired with an enthusiastic smile.
"Tell him I need him and everybody on his team to get the ball rolling now. No more delays," she demanded frowning at the man.
"Yes ma'am. I'll give him a call now," he responded pulling out his phone.
"Also tell him this," she instructed as he looked at her puzzled.
Breanna approached him, put her hands on his shoulders, and brutally drove her knee into hid unprotected groin. He dropped to his knees as he looked up at her gasping for air.
"Tell James to make it happen now, or his balls are next. Understood?" Breanna ordered as she held the man's chin up.
"Aughh.....yes ma'am," he mouthed before collapsing to the ground in pain.
"Damn, even I felt that one," Virgil whispered. I elbowed him in his arm, signaling for him to be quiet.
"Title, I've got you Honey. I'll have this project done if I have to break every set of nuts on this site. You have my word," Breanna promised as she turned to me in sincerity.
I looked at the defeated worker as he rolled around on the ground and turned my attention back to Breanna.
"Thank you Bre. We knew we could count on you. We'll leave you to do your thing and check back in a couple of weeks."
"Yes sir," she smiled as she turned and stepped over the innocent man to return to the work site.
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**Later That Afternoon**
*"We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news.*
*In a major development today, NovaTech has acquired two of the world’s largest tech companies: NeuroTech Systems and GlobalData Innovations. This landmark deal gives NovaTech control over cutting-edge technologies in AI and quantum computing, signaling a seismic shift in the global tech landscape.*
*Meanwhile, tensions between the United States and Russia are reaching a boiling point. Sources confirm that President Maya Elwood of the U.S. and President Anya Volkov of Russia are on the verge of a diplomatic breakdown, with the two leaders in a heated standoff over territorial and military issues. As rumors of war spread, the world watches anxiously to see if this crisis will escalate further.*
"Hey Cruz, would you cut that off for a second?" I requested.
"Certainly sir," he responded as he killed the audio.
We were maneuvering through the downtown streets as I sat in the backseat of the new Rolls-Royce Phantom that I purchased as a pre-closing gift to myself. As my business picked up, I propositioned Cruz to return to work with a hefty offer that was too good to refuse. Not only did he serve as my driver, but also as someone I knew I could confide in. As my business and status grew, I knew I needed someone on the team that I could trust and who also had experience in such a high-stakes business environment.
"Congratulations on the acquisitions sir," Cruz said as we met eyes through the rearview mirror.
I nodded in acknowledgment but did not respond. News of the pending war filled my social media timeline and had my attention. It was impossible to escape.
"Is something wrong sir? I thought you would have been more enthusiastic over such a grand accomplishment," he inquired with concern.
"Yes. Thank you Cruz. I apologize if that seemed a little rude," I responded with my attention now outside of the car window as the buildings passed by.
"I don't know. I've done a lot in this short time. Even though I've made achievements I never could have dreamed of, it all still seems like a never-ending journey? Business deal after business deal just to gain a bit more money, a bit more power. In the end, it kind of feels like I'm still stuck."
We arrived at the entrance of the highrise where my office was located. Cruz parked to open my door. I got out and grabbed my things, stopping to release a deep exhale as Cruz could see the stress across my face. I extended my hand for a handshake. We both shared a moment as he pulled me in for an embrace. I knew that we were both feeling the same thing as we communicated without words about the past trials that we had overcome with Cynn.
"Title, I'm proud of you. You made the right choice," Cruz said breaking the silence.
We ended the heartfelt embrace as he backed away from me with a tear in his right eye.
"Have a good day sir," he said as he got in the car and left.
Security greeted me as I walked through the front door. "Welcome back sir. It's always a pleasure."
The feeling of living a dream had not yet ceased every time I walked into the historic, architectural marvel that stretched toward Heaven.
**The NovaTech Building**
It was still hard to believe that Virgil and I were able to pull off the multi-million dollar purchase of the historic skyscraper that served as the headquarters of our operation. Things were progressing fast and it was a strategic move that would further solidify our brand recognition.
The elevator stopped on the 19th floor. I headed to the recently remodeled office that had become all too familiar to me even before our company began to rapidly expand. I entered and sat at the desk that had become a humbling reminder of my journey over the last few years. Your Crush LLC was no longer, however I chose to keep Cynn's office mostly untouched during renovations.
A copy of Forbes had been placed on my desk. I turned the pages and scanned the list of names of who they deemed to be the richest people in the world.
....My name was listed at number 240.
Being on the list meant little to me as my true worth had been documented incorrectly yet again. Tracking my legal money was a difficult task alone...
...but my illegal money was impossible to trace.
I had Cynn to thank for the knowledge that I had; both how to build a successful legal enterprise, but also how to navigate the underground economy. Since her retirement from the game, I had taken her business model and grown it into a behemoth of a machine. Although Forbes routinely miscalculated my worth and power, I had become one of the most powerful men on the planet.
*Knock knock knock*
The door to my office suddenly opened as Alyssa walked in with two gentlemen immaculately dressed in black business suits.
"Hey Title! The guests for your afternoon appointment are here," she announced as the two men walked past her and approached my desk. I stood to shake their hands as we sat. Alyssa pulled a seat next to me.
"It's good to meet you, sir. I know our time is limited so we'll get straight to the point," the gentleman sitting to the right of the desk spoke. He slid a folder towards me. Alyssa took it, opened it, and began to study the documents.
"We're looking for funding for our tech startup. We're 1 year into business with solid growth and data to show our future projections. We know that you are a leading figure in the tech space, and we believe that you will be able to see the value in the product that we're offering."
"How much?" I asked without looking at the files in the folder. Sweat began to form across both men's foreheads as they looked at each other before returning their attention to me.
"We're looking for $1 million dollars sir. If you look on page 25 here we can explain...."
"Deal," Alyssa interjected as she closed the folder and pushed it back toward the men who were shocked at the quick response.
"Deal?" Both men questioned in unison.
"Yes deal," I spoke to confirm Alyssa's statement. "Alyssa here runs the lending division of the company. If she believes in what you're pitching, then we're on board.
Both men smiled unable to believe what they were hearing. Alyssa smiled sadistically at the thought of what she would do to her latest two victims if they didn't follow through on payments.
"She will explain our process for you and we will get things started," I continued as I stood from my desk signaling that their time with me was over. Everyone followed suit and stood as we headed for the door. "Oh and gentleman. Just one thing."
"Yes sir?" They inquired in unison. Alyssa approached both of them and placed a hand on each of their chests. She slowly rubbed down the length of their bodies stopping with her palm placed over their crotches. She squeezed with enough strength causing a grunt and a look of shock from both men as they leaned into her shoulders to ease the ache.
"Listen carefully to what she has to say. Make sure you understand the terms of the agreement very well," I warned as Alyssa led both men out pulling them by their crotches.
I felt a bit of remorse for the well-meaning men. Their intentions seemed to be pure, but Alyssa was a no-nonsense individual when it came to the company's business. One slip-up and she would add two more sets of crushed nuts to her resume.
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**Home**
It was the beginning of the evening and I was tired from working all day. I was relieved at the site of my home as Cruz pulled to the door to let me out. I was exhausted, and taking a nap before I continued work late into the night was my priority.
A tall brolic man stood at the entrance of my door holding a tactical rifle. He was a menacing site standing there in all black tactical gear. I stopped to greet the familiar face.
"Sir."
Chiefton was still a man of few words as he greeted me with a head nod. I didn't want to disturb his work as he was always on high alert. I placed my hand on his shoulder and admired his loyalty and dedication to me and everything that I was creating. Like Cruz, we shared an experience of trials and tribulations on account of Cynn. He was someone who had my full trust to head the few hundred people who made up our security team stationed strategically across the country in areas where we did business.
Chiefton returned to the USA from Brazil nearly two years ago. We had a chance to catch up as he updated me on his life. It would be impossible for anyone to tell that he had endured months of torture with Frente Oculta claiming him as their slave. Pietra found particular interest in trying to break the mountain of a man every chance she could get, however, his mental and physical strength and durability saved him from utter ruin. An agreement was eventually made for his release under one condition...
....Pietra would return to the United States to live with him.
I never asked many questions about the dynamic of their relationship, but he seems to be complacent in their arrangement. The black band on his ring finger told a story that either he made an agreement that he can't escape from, or one that he doesn't want to escape from. However, I've never been one to question a happy family.
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*"....Stay with me."*
*"You've been on a journey for money, power and respect in business. I can show you and give you everything you ever wanted. The world will be yours. Everything you dreamed of having in life, but you'll forever be mine to do with as I please and you keep your poor nuts."*
*I groaned as Cynn twisted her boot into my balls.*
*"Or, I let you go free here and now. Live your mundane life as you did before you met me. You'll be free to live in the mediocrity of your existence, and you'll never have to deal with me again another day. No more loans, no more meetings. Once I'm gone, I won't return, however, you don't get to return to your life without a pair of broken balls. Which do you choose?"*
*The floor was cold and uncomforting as I lay, struggling in a panic with my face pressed against the tile. I was mere seconds away from facing total annihilation of my nuts under Cynn's unforgiving boot. My thoughts bounced back and forth between two choices where I saw no way to win. Cynn's boot would connect completely with the ground at any moment as my balls were losing the last of their resistance. There was no other option for me...*
*....I had to choose.*
*"I want freedom!!"*
*There was an eerie silence permeating through the air. I found relief as Cynn raised her boot releasing the damaging pressure from my balls. I looked over my shoulder confused on why the torture seemed to have ended. There was disappointment in her eyes.*
*"I'll admit, that hurt me just a little Title. To think that after all this time we spent together, you decided the best course of action is to let me ruin your balls as opposed to creating a life with me is eye-opening."*
*I gave a sigh of relief with the hope that she had finally found an ounce of mercy...*
*...but my hopes quickly disappeared as she raised her boot high in the air.*
*"However, your choice is yours, and I'll have to respect your decision," she said with a wicked smile.*
*"Say goodbye to your nuts."*
*Squash.....squish*
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**8:00 pm**
I sat straight up in my bed in a cold sweat from the nightmare. I looked over to my nightstand to see the time across my digital clock read 8:00 pm. I had been asleep for over 2 hours. A cold shower was what I needed to give me energy and wash away the trauma of the realistic images that reoccurred during my sleep. I took a washcloth and cleansed myself from head to toe, taking time to stop and hold my package and making sure to be extra careful with my full balls.
I threw on a pair of pajama pants and grabbed my wedding ring from the counter. I walked into the silence of the hallway as I followed the aroma of fresh food in the air. I made my way to the kitchen and stopped at the doorway to appreciate the physique of the petite curvaceous woman leaning over the counter in my oversized white t-shirt. She noticed me approaching and looked at me with a smile.
"Hey Hubby!"
Cynthia was overly bubbly with her greeting as I walked into the kitchen. She turned with her back against the counter. I stopped and towered over her.
"You look refreshed!" She said while wrapping her arms around my waist and looking up. "I know it's late but I figured you would want waffles. Are you ready to eat?"
I didn't respond.
"What's wrong with you?" She asked as her smile faded. "You know what? I know what it is. Let me check."
I didn't move as she reached into my pajama pants with both hands to pull my package out. She held my stiffening dick in her left hand while examining my balls held in her right.
"Your nuts look fine. I know things got a little crazy last night, but I was excited to finally get you alone. I'm guessing you aren't mad at that?"
"Cynthia. I checked my credit card statement earlier. What did you buy to max the entire damn thing out?"
She blushed and found amusement in my frustrations with her spending habits. I tried to remain as stern as I possibly could.
"I can explain that," she smiled while gently stretching my balls and giving my heavy engorged cock a single stroke. "But do I have to? You make the money to spend on me. Isn't that right Daddy?"
I closed my eyes and groaned as she rolled my balls around in her palm. As much as I hated to admit the reality of my situation...
....she was 100% right.
5 years ago while laying there on Cynn's floor with my balls underneath her shoe, I couldn't have fathomed what my decision to stay with her forever to save my manhood really meant.
I spent hours a day at Cynn's mercy and under her guidance. I became a student of the game as I continued to learn her business inside and out until I was made CEO of her operations. It was clear that I belonged to her as we made things official a year later through marriage. With her mentorship, my business grew and grew rapidly. I would be lying if I said she was not responsible for my *overnight* success.
I had been thrown into the world's spotlight as a financial phenom, but despite what it seemed to be....
....Cynn controlled everything.
Every business venture was a carefully calculated move of hers. Financially I gave in to her spoiled and selfish impulses. Anything she wanted, I made it happen. It seemed as though the purpose of my very existence was to please her and tend to her needs. I had become the most important piece on her chessboard. While she controlled everything, her name was connected to nothing. If things were to ever come crashing down and our massively illegal operation was uncovered, I would be the one to go down. I was trapped yet again in a complicated, ingeniously constructed web of power.
*"I like this one Cynn dear. He has the potential to be great, but he needs more training."*
I thought back often on what Amelia told Cynn during our meeting. I didn't know what she was talking about back then, but I grew to understand all too well. It was hard to believe that the woman standing in my kitchen who was spoiled, childish, and sadistic behind closed doors was capable of constructing a plan that would put her in such a position of dominance.
Despite the way she used me, there was one thing that would never change....
I grabbed Cynn's wrist and pulled her hands away from my package. I effortlessly picked her up and placed her on the counter and took off my pants. I grabbed her by her neck with my right hand causing her to bite her lip and smile. I opened her legs with my left hand, grabbed my oversized dick, placed the head on her dripping-wet pussy and forced as much of me in her as she could take.
She shouted in ecstasy as I stretched her and fucked her there on the counter.
"Oh my God! I'm sorry Daddy! Please don't fuck me like this! You're so fucking big!" She pleaded while wrapping her arms around my neck as I picked her up into a standing fuck.
Although I hated the way that she controlled and punished me, she on the other hand loved how I punished and controlled her body when I fucked the brat right out of her.
Her screams were satisfaction to my ears as I had my way with her. I turned her around into a standing doggy style pounding her as payback for every dollar that she spent on my credit card. I could feel myself nearing a climax, put her down, and demanded...
"Get on your fucking knees! I'm about to cum...."
She wasted no time in complying and dropped to the ground on all fours, facing me with her mouth open and tongue sticking out.
I held her chin up with one hand while I stroked my dick with the other. I stood back ready to release 4 weeks' worth of cum. Tease and denial had become routine in our relationship with me holding my cum for weeks at a time due to her manipulative demands. There was no holding back this time. The veins from my dick were visible with anger as I held myself on edge at the final backstroke. Her eyes were filled with anticipation eager to receive the reward for the true slut that she was deep down inside.
With one forward stroke, she flinched and closed her eyes as cum sprayed in her face with an audible *splat* ricocheting off of her glasses. The second rope hit the back of her throat like a target and ended along the left side of her cheek as she swallowed. There was no control behind the 3rd and fourth ropes shooting wildly across her forehead and into her hair. She reached up with one hand to grab my balls and squeezed to reignite the strength behind my cumshots. I drained myself across her face for several seconds before she finally emptied me.
"Fuck!" I shouted as my body went into involuntary convulsions. I backed away from the soul-stealing demon who was smiling wickedly at me on my floor. I collapsed with my back against the nearest wall fighting to catch my breath. Cynn remained where she was, eyeing me and enjoying the aftermath of draining me.
"Do you forgive me, Daddy?" She pouted as she sat back with her hands in her lap. Her moments of sexual submissiveness were always a breather. I took from her what I could get in the moment because I knew that she could switch roles at any given moment.
I didn't answer her question. I slowed my breathing and regained my composure.
I was still hungry.
I walked past and ignored her in her cum covered state. I grabbed and prepared a plate of the food that she cooked for me and sat at the counter to enjoy the perfectly crafted waffle.
"You should eat. Your food is getting cold...", I said coldly to her as she stood, gleefully prepared her dish, and sat next to me with cum still dripping from her face.
I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my head. I turned to look at her still enjoying my food.
"What do you want Cynthia," I asked annoyed with her silence.
She poked me in the shoulder still riding her high of being fucked. I could tell something was on her mind as she finally spoke and asked.....
"You know I love you right,.....
..... do you still love me?"
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**NovaTech**
"As we face the growing uncertainty of an impending international conflict, both our tech and financial sectors are at significant risk. Disruptions in global supply chains, shifts in market sentiment, and potential regulatory changes could all impact our operations."
I struggled with finding a positive way to deliver the message to the auditorium full of our most notable investors and members of the boards of the different companies under the NovaTech umbrella. As I stood there on stage with the eyes of a couple hundred people staring at me, my throat began to tighten. Even though I practiced the speech dozens of times, it was no less difficult conveying the news that we were in for a rough time ahead if the impending war between The USA and Russia commenced.
"We need to act swiftly—strengthening our financial positions, diversifying our portfolios, and reducing exposure to high-risk markets. Additionally, we must prioritize resilience in our tech infrastruct...."
"Excuse me sir, I hate to cut you off but I have something important that you need to see," Alyssa said as she cut me off midspeech. I hadn't noticed her approach me from the left of the stage until she was standing next to me with her phone held out for me to see.
"Alyssa, what are you doing? I'm right in the middle of a speech. Can this wait?" I whispered becoming increasingly embarrassed as all eyes were silently on us.
Title... I really need you to read this now....sir," she responded gritting her teeth.
I took the phone from her angrily and read the message.
*I've called Title 10 times and he isn't answering. Tell him to come home! This is important.*
The angry face and scrambled eggs emojis that followed the text made me uneasy. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and noticed all of the missed calls and messages. In all of our years together, Cynn had never blown my phone up in such a way. I figured something serious was going on and it was best to end my part of the presentation.
"Thank you everyone. I'm sorry but I'll need to cut this portion of the presentation short. Alyssa here will continue and get everyone caught up on things," I announced to the audience before turning my attention back to her.
"I need you to take over. Thanks. You're the best," I whispered as I turned to make my exit.
"Title!" Alyssa said stopping me in my tracks. "You owe me one...or both of them."
I rolled my eyes as she smiled and made a grabbing gesture with her hand before continuing the speech.
As I made my way out of the building to wait for Cruz to arrive with the car, I noticed Virgil following close behind me in a jog.
"Hey man! Is everything ok? I got this message from Cynn."
I took Virgil's phone from him and read the text.
*Where the heck is Title? Tell him to answer his phone or else his nuts are mine for the night. Find him quick or I'll make sure Andrea has a field day with yours too... But seriously, find him ASAP!*
I groaned as my anxiety began to rise. Cruz arrived and I quickly made my way to the backseat.
"Don't worry man. I'll take care of it. It's probably nothing," I said to Virgil as I closed the door. Cruz took off in a rush.
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*Breaking News: High-Stakes Summit on the Horizon as U.S. and Russia Near Historic Decision.*
*Global leaders are holding their breath as diplomatic channels report that President Maya Elwood and President Anya Volkov are considering a face-to-face summit. Sources suggest that the meeting could either pave the way for a groundbreaking peace agreement or ignite the flames of an all-out conflict. With military forces mobilizing on both sides, the international community braces for what could be the most consequential moment of the decade.*
I cut the radio off from the backseat console of the car while trying to call and text Cynn back with no response.
"I hope everything is OK sir. Lady Cynn rang me earlier and was looking for you during your presentation," Cruz said as we met eyes through the rearview mirror.
"She called you? What did she want?" I asked concerned.
"Well, sir...let's just say it involves a couple of things that are very important to you and the not-so-nice things that she promised to do with them if you didn't make contact soon."
I sighed and laid my head back on the seat bewildered by what could be so important that she had to call everyone in my immediate circle during such an important time.
We arrived at my house 20 minutes later. I got out of the car and made a dash to the door. Chiefton was waiting outside with 10 of his men all on high alert. The image of the increased security around my house put me on edge.
"Sir....," Chiefton greeted as he took his phone out and presented it to me.
"Cynthia needs me now. Yes yes I know!" I said disregarding the device. Chiefton put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. I turned to look at him and was met with disturbance in his expression.
"Sir....this is very serious. Good luck."
Chiefton's words unnerved me even more as he returned to his post. I walked through the door and began frantically looking and calling for Cynn. My ears picked up the sound of something coming from the kitchen. I followed the noise and ran towards it.
"Cynthia! I've been trying to call you back! What's the hell is goi...."
My heart began to pound as I entered and locked eyes with a dangerous Goddess. Cynn stood by our counter eyeing me with her arms crossed. She stood 6 inches taller off the floor wearing a pair of familiar black, open-toed, platform heels. The short, leather, body-hugging, bandage dress was a visual giveaway of her current dominant mood, and the leather gloves that stretched up the length of her forearm gave rise to a returned fear that my balls would soon be in her grip.
Over the years of being involved with Cynn, my brain had become conditioned to understand that her dominatrix attire meant that submission wasn't an option for me but rather an expectation. My muscles began to tense as she floated towards me slowly with an exotic rhythm in her steps. My mind became hypnotized by the gentle sway of her hips as she neared without saying anything.
As she closed the distance between us, her presence along with her invasion and conquering of my personal space caused me to get hard without touch. I cleared my throat and began to explain while attempting to retain as much confidence as I could.
"Look, Cynthia....Honey, I was in the middle of delivering a speech at the company. I tried to give you a call ba...."
She put her index finger to my lips to silence me without breaking her authoritative gaze. A shiver went down my spine as she adjusted my shirt collar, then straightened my sleeves, and used her palms to gently rub and smooth out the front of my shirt.
*CRACK*
The pain that I felt with Cynn's knee planted firmly against my racked balls radiated throughout my body and sent me to the floor on my knees. The brutal connection instantly drained the last of my will to resist. The energy shift was undeniable as I was forced into a kneeling position. My mind was in a state of full submission as the pain in my groin was a trigger for my full obedience. I no longer felt strong. I no longer felt like a leader of men. I was at her mercy yet again and I had no choice but to trust her with whatever her plan was for my mind and body.
She lifted my chin but I was unwilling to make eye contact with her as I stared at the ground.
"I know baby, it hurts. But you forgive me right?...
....Do you still love me?"
The question that left her lips caused a strong arousal and desire within me to please her ears. I answered truthfully....
"......Yes Goddess."
"Good," she cooed as she signaled with a snap of her fingers for me to stand. "I love you too,....
....but I will still hurt you. Now strip."
I quickly disrobed, placed my hands behind my back, and spread my legs. My hard-on bounced aggressively in sync with my heartbeat.
"That's a good boy," Cynn praised sensually as she leaned forward, grabbed my balls and gently kissed the head of my cock. "You're doing a really good job. I couldn't be more proud of you."
I flinched from the feeling of her applying pressure to my nuts and thanked her for her compliments.
".......Thank you Goddess."
"That's right baby. It's almost cute how hard you try. You're always so in control, so decisive. Tell me, does it make you feel powerful when I let you think you're the one in charge?"
I gasped as my balls were squeezed tight, but I dared not complain out of a mix of fear and arousal.
"........Yes Goddess."
"Get on your knees and kiss my toes," Cynn snapped as I dropped to the ground on all fours and began to passionately show her toes affection one by one with my lips and tongue.
"Look at you. You have the world at your feet and here you are at mine. You've accomplished more than most men could ever dream of. The man that everyone wants to emulate. The man with the biggest dick in any room. The smartest man in any room you enter, and also the most feared because you hold people's jobs and very lives in your hands."
I stopped as Cynn took a step back and lifted my head with her shoe against my face. I could feel my dick throbbing and aching to release from hearing her approval of me. Her happiness gave me a strange sense of satisfaction despite the condescending tone in her delivery.
"Thank you Goddess."
*CRUNCH*
My balls were forced into my pelvis and slowly shifted to either side of Cynn's instep as she delivered a merciless kick to my nuts, putting me down on the ground again in the fetal position. She began to laugh in such a belittling way that the satisfaction from all of the praise she had given me was suddenly erased and replaced by a humbling humiliation.
"Except you and me both know what the truth is right," Cynn continued as she placed the bottom of her shoe on the side of my face.
"Your words don't work on me and it drives you insane. In this room, you're the one on your knees. If only those who serve you could see you now. Everyone who you have wrapped around your finger knows deep down that you are wrapped around mine. Even with everything you've accomplished, you and I both know I control all your moves."
My ego was torn apart as I lay there dealing with the radiating pain in my balls while Cynn spoke truths to me. I rolled onto my back in search of any type of comfort. My search was short-lived as her foot began to wedge between my legs. She placed her foot roughly on my balls, gas peddling them as I wrapped my hands around her ankle in an attempt to keep her from fully turning them into mush.
"Even with all that power and that big juicy dick swinging between your legs, you still crave my approval and wait for my permission to even breath don't you?"
"Augh! Yes Goddess! Unghh my nuts!" I panicked as she began to twist her foot deep into my groin.
"You know, I honestly do love and respect all the power that you've obtained. But the real power is knowing that I can take it all away from you just by crushing your nuts like it's nothing..."
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her words and torture forced my full mental, physical and spiritual submission to her. My hands fell to the side of my body. I didn't move as her foot continued grinding my jewels for her entertainment. My mind shifted from the pain to the reality of her words. Under her ownership, or marriage if you prefer to say, she had built me up to a significant standing in the world. I felt like I owed her for everything.
"....I know Goddess. Thank you for everything."
"You love me and you'll do anything for me, isn't that right my little perverted pet?"
"Yes Goddess. Anything you want." I responded in a mental fog from the sensation of her foot working aggressively against my crotch.
"I know. So here is the plan. A couple of friends of mine will be here any moment," she bubbled as my eyes widened.
"Wha.....what?" I asked confused.
"A couple of friends that owe me a little favor. You may be familiar with them. Maya Elwood and Anya Volkov."
"What?" I exclaimed as my head shot up. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at her face to see if she was serious. "Cynthia, the presidents of The US and Russia? What the fu...!"
I was unable to finish my sentence as she thrust her heel deeper into my groin.
"Ha ha ha! I love the little look you get on your face when you're worried. It turns me on," she responded as I returned her stare with a frown. I snapped out of my submissive daze and was at full attention as she spoke.
"I'm sorry baby. Maybe I should have told you, but I invested quite a bit of money and resources into both of them to secure their positions as Presidents. The war that they are threatening can't happen under my watch, so you know what that means right?"
"Cynthia....no. Please just don't.... I don't have time for this right now!" I groaned in frustration while covering my face with my hands. I laid back and waited for her to deliver the inevitable news.
"We're going to have a *meeting* with them so we can sort everything out," she said proudly as she removed her foot from my groin. She extended her hand towards me to help me up. I hesitated noticing the compassionate change in her demeanor, and the calm friendly smile on her face. I didn't trust it, but at the same time I had no choice but to."
I grabbed her hand and stood with her support.
*Ding dong*
The doorbell echoed throughout the house as we both looked towards the kitchen entrance.
"Don't worry hubby. I'll be here to protect you," Cynn said with a girlish giggle as she stood on her tippy toes and pulled on my arm for me to bend down so she could kiss me on the cheek. "You should probably get the door."
I shook my head in disbelief as I turned to walk away from her.
"Oh and baby," she called to me.
".....What Cynthia," I asked in annoyance without turning to look at her.
"I seriously am proud of you. You're doing an amazing jon and I'm looking forward to our date later tonight...
.....Happy anniversary."
**The End**