Miss T, a big city, and a deal

Jason was cautiously optimistic for his new apartment. At 22, a recent graduate leaving his hometown for the first time, the big city felt like it was in the palm of his hand. He'd luckily found a great place just outside the city for a cheap price. He knew a good deal when he saw one and knew not to question it. He would be sharing a quaint apartment with his landlord - a woman who called herself Miss T. Over text, she would talk in strange phrases and Jason felt that she had a few screws loose in her head but he didn't care. As long as he would be saving money, he could handle dealing with a strange woman.

He arrived at the little house and knocked on the door. Immediately, the door opened and he was eye-to-eye with Miss T. She grinned for a second too long before letting out a giggle. He was frozen in place as he realized what she was wearing - nothing but a tiny bikini leaving nothing to the imagination. He collected himself and smiled back. *Now this is definitely a plus.* As she led him around the place for a quick tour, her eyes were locked onto his like a predator surveying over her domain. Had he not been trying his best to hide his boner, he would've been unsettled by her strange stares and pauses.

Over the next few days, he didn't see Miss T at all. One evening, he came back from work and was heading to his room when he caught himself by a sight in the living room. Lying asleep was Miss T, once again in nothing but a tiny bikini. Jason stared for a couple seconds and he took his chance, pulling out his phone and took a picture. He then crept into his room carefully. Once inside, Jason opened up the picture in his bed. *What am I doing? This is so gross.* He immediately deleted it, ashamed by what came over him.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door. He jumped out of bed, blood rushing to his cheeks. *Could she have caught me?* He opened up the door with a sheepish smile and was met by Miss T staring back at him as if he was a little kid who got caught making trouble. *Fuck.* Miss T crept closer, now her body inches from his, and she slowly let out a breath. Jason was lightly trembling at the proximity of her body. *Fuuuuck I can get used to this.* She then stepped back. "I caught you, you creep." His heart sank but his boner stayed as strong as ever. "I don't know what you're talking about". She squinted at him, "And you're a fucking liar too, huh? I have you on video and I'm sending this to the police." Jason blurted out, "I'm so sorry, please don't! I deleted it from my photos, here you can check! I'll do anything!", shoving his phone into her hands. "Anything, huh? Wait in the hall and I'll be right back."

Jason sat awkwardly on the same couch he had found Miss T in earlier, flush with anxiety. He heard her room open and Miss T stepped out, now clothed in leather, only exposing her midriff and low-cut chest. "This weekend, you will be my slave and I will own you. You will do anything I say." Jason was immediately taken aback, caught out by the sight of Miss T with a whip and other instruments in hand. "What the fuck? I'm not doing any of this!" Miss T slowly crept up to Jason, and bent down, now her face inches from his. She breathed out, "Guess what, bitch? I have your parents' numbers from your lease. I will send the video to them if you dare say no." Jason's heart sank even lower. *What did I get myself into?* "Oh god no, fine, I'll do anything!"

Miss T stepped back now and cackled. Despite his situation, Jason stared at her bare midriff rippling by her laughter and his boner rose up again. "First take your clothes off and lay down on the table." A few seconds later, his hard cock was exposed, leading to more laughter. Miss T started first with his hands and tied them to the legs of the table with handcuffs she produced out of nowhere. These were followed by his feet. Finally, she gagged his mouth shut with a ball of fabric. Now, Jason was hopelessly bound to the table as Miss T climbed up, crawling above his body. For the third time since they met, she put her face inches from his and took a slow breath out. *Maybe this won't be so bad after all.* Just as he though that, Miss T swung her knee into his exposed balls, letting out a thundering clap. Jason, surprised by the sudden movement, let out a girlish yelp and started moaning, the pain moving up into the pits of his stomach as he squirmed under her. "Now you know how it feels like to be used". Miss T grinned devilishly, savoring Jason's moans. "That was just a taste of this weekend. This is your life now, slave. You need to get used to it." Miss T took many victims in the past, but Jason was her favorite, due to his childlike innocence and fairly sculpted body. She rained down 10 more knees into his balls like a jackhammer. At this point, Jason was reduced to a quivering, sobbing mess.

Miss T then got up and sat on his chest, giving him a few seconds to collect himself. "Now that you got the free sample, let me tell you about the rest of your meal. Over the next two days, I own you and you will do anything I say. Remember that I have your video and I'm recording this too. At any moment, I can send everything to your parents and they'll see who their son really is." She stopped for dramatic effect, smiling down at his horror-stricken expression. She continued, "At any time, I will enter the living room and roll this dice. Each number corresponds to a method of torture which I will inflict on you for the next 10 minutes. You must take it without any complaints. Not like you can complain anyway", she laughed at his gagged mouth. "You will not be given any food or drink. But at any time, you can request my spit and I will gladly provide. Finally, the most important rule. You may not cum. If you do, your balls will feel the power of a thousand hells."

"Now, let's get started!" She rolled the dice onto the table, as it landed on a 3. "Hmm, a 3. That's a good start. A 3 is...slapping!" She climbed back onto the table and waited another moment for dramatic effect. She loved watching her victims suffer, not knowing what she would do next. She then smacked him across the face, again and again, until his cheeks were red with scratches and blood. A couple minutes in, he started losing consciousness and she gave him a break and climbed off the table. A wave of relief washed over him as his vision started to focus again - only to see Miss T grinning at his balls. "So, if you noticed, I said *slapping,* not necessarily *slapping your face.*" Miss T began smashing her open palms on his balls, again and again, as he convulsed in agony.

And so the weekend progressed. She would visit him around once an hour, rolling the dice and beginning her reign of terror. She would sometimes appear at odd hours of the night, waking him up from a deep sleep with her painful presents. She inflicted rounds of kicking, punching, scratching, and stepping on his exposed balls and a few rounds in, he began losing all feeling of his balls. It was finally Sunday night and Jason was reduced to a husk of a man, losing at least 5 pounds and took on the appearance of a madman. She felt pity on him a couple times and fed him his leftovers. Although, for her amusement, she would chew on it for a few seconds before spitting our the mulch into his mouth.

It was now Sunday night, only an hour until his release. This time, when Miss T approached him, he already tensed up, molded by the routine of the weekend. "Aww, slave", she pouted, "How are you feeling? You know, you did well this weekend. You may just be the best slave I've owned! Now, I've hurt you enough so let me say sorry." She crawled back onto the table and lay down on him. For the first since Friday begun, he began feeling horny again. *She's ruined my life. How the fuck am I still horny for her?* She waited until she felt his boner against her skin when she rose up and took off her panties. She then mounted her slave and began her act, rising up and down. "What a good slave!" "Hope you're enjoying this!" "I know this will make it all worth it." As he sensed him reaching climax, she reached down to grab hold of his balls. She pulled and twisted as hard as she could as they came together, collapsing into moans of delirium and ecstasy. She put her head down on his chest, now covered by scratches and welts. She waited until Jason recovered and met her eyes. "Oh my god slave, did you just come? Well, you know what that means!" Miss T then brought her head back and let out her ceremonious cackle.

Jason did not have the energy to even guess what would come next. He silently shuddered as premonitions of his future surrounded his conscience, casting a haunting shadow over his mind.