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The song was also remixed by Scooter , a fellow German artist and the remix later appeared on " Ich tu dir weh " single. It was the first Rammstein song to be released after their 3-year hiatus. The video features the band playing the song wearing leather outfits, interspersed with six hardcore pornographic videos featuring each of the band members as a different stereotypical pornographic character: Each scene features a band member engaging in foreplay with a different woman, and the scenes become more explicit as the video progresses until they engage into unsimulated sexual intercourse with graphic nudity.

However, body doubles were used for some of the band members. The lyrics deal with sex tourism with lines like "Alleine in das Ausland fahren" Eng. To drive alone into a foreign country and "I can't get laid in Germany". Together, these aspects of the song create a contrast between the sexual mores of German society and that of America.

When played, frontman Till Lindemann mounts a giant cannon which resembles a penis although a bigger, more realistic looking one was used during the first few concerts of the Made in Germany tour, but was replaced by the original for unknown reasons that shoots foam over the audience, while confetti falls from the ceiling, much like " Amerika ". Till has been known to sing a few lines in the native language of the country which they are performing in.

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The humiliation and domination was turning him on. Was this what he really wanted? To be totally dominated by his wife?

Until last night, it had been just a distant fantasy. He couldn't be certain if this was his dream come true or his worst nightmare. As he finished eating, he looked up to see if Jenny was still watching. Just when he thought his humiliation couldn't get any worse, he saw the camera pointed out the window, recording the whole thing.

He just hung his head, knowing that he had been broken. Jenny saw this too, and decided to begin the next phase of her plan. She came out with the leash, and stood a few yards away. Are you ready to obey my every command? It could very easily find it's way onto the internet, or e-mailed to your friends and co-workers.

She then removed a key which was hanging on a chain around her neck, and unlocked the chain from the collar. He followed her around on all fours, hoping that this would end soon. She decided to test his level of obedience. She led him back to the dog house.

He hesitated only a couple of seconds before sitting. He got back up on all fours, waiting for direction from the leash. She led him up to the water bowl. Remembering that he had dipped his genitals in that water, he said, "No, thank you, mistress. He meekly brought his head down to the bowl and started to lap up the water. He still had a hard-on, and it throbbed as he went further and further into a submissive state.

Meanwhile, Jenny was experiencing the high that comes with absolute power over a willing slave. She began to realize that the possibilities were endless and that she could make Bob do practically anything she wanted.

Chapter 4 As Bob lifted his head from the bowl, his face dripping with water, Jenny pulled on his leash until his head was forced up to look at her. Do you want to go inside?

She pulled on the leash and started back toward the house with Bob scrambling along on all fours, trying to keep up. As they neared the back door, she suddenly stopped. You're all dirty and grimy! You can't go into the house like that. You might track something in on the rug! She tied his leash to a nearby deck rail, making sure it was taut enough to keep his head up high and looking straight ahead.

She went into the house for a minute, and came out with a large scrub brush and a pail. She pulled a bottle of detergent out of the pail and began filling the pail with water with a garden hose. She dropped in a little detergent until the water was white with foamy suds.

Bob could see what was coming, but felt powerless to do anything about it. She went over to him and unlocked and removed the wrist and ankle cuffs. She reached under him and unlocked and removed the harness. A few seconds later, the jolt of an ice cold high pressure spray hit him in the ass. He jumped from the shock, but his leash jerked him back into place.

She proceeded to wet him down all over. Picking up the scrub brush, she dipped it into the bucket and started scrubbing his body. The brush was stiff and felt like a thousand fingernails on his body. When she was finished, she sprayed him down again to rinse him off. He was shivering by now, and couldn't wait to get into the warm house.

She untied his leash from the rail and told him to shake off the water like a dog. Humiliated, he did his best shaking dog impression. You can't even do that right! Oh well," she said, tossing him a towel. She stood by, holding his leash, as he dried himself off. When he was finished, she told him to kneel and put his arms behind his back. There was little fight left in Bob now, so as he knelt, he just held his arms behind his back while she put his wrist cuffs back on and locked them together.

She knelt down and locked his harness on. She then unlocked his wrist cuffs and led him on all fours into the house. He was led into the master bathroom, where he noticed the open clothes hamper. Chapter 5 While Bob had spent the night as a dog in his dog house, Jenny had been on the internet, reading more stories and accounts of wives who dominated their husbands. She was fascinated, and had jotted down a few ideas for future reference.

She began to refine and add new ideas to her plan of dominating Bob. When she led him into the bathroom, she was ready to implement the next phase of her plan. You will be judged on your performance this afternoon. I suggest you try very hard to be a good dog for the rest of today. What you see before you is an empty hamper. It was filled with dirty clothes. This will be your first training session.

Since you usually throw your dirty clothes at the hamper instead of into it, I decided to give you the chance to pick up your clothes like I usually end up doing. I have spread out our dirty socks, underwear, shirts and pants on the floor all over the house. You have a half an hour to go around and pick up all of it and place it into the wash basket in the hallway.

Oh, and by the way, since you are still a dog, you will do this on all fours, and pick up each item with your teeth only. And just to make it interesting, you will wear your blindfold and sniff out each item.

Your smelly socks and underwear ought not to be too hard to find! That said, she placed the leather blindfold around his head and made sure it fit snugly. He turned around quickly and tentatively made his way out of the bathroom on his hands and knees.

He crawled down the hallway, touching the baseboard with his right hand until he felt the opening to the living room. As he entered the room, he started sweeping the floor with his hands, hoping to find an item of clothing. Without warning, a sharp pain exploded on his ass cheek as Jenny's crop found it's mark. I won't warn you again. If you don't follow orders precisely, you will have to start your training over from the beginning. I don't think you want to spend another night in the dog house, literally, do you?

I will try harder," Bob said apologetically. Humiliated, Bob lowered his head and began sniffing like a dog, trying to locate clothing. He held his chin down to just above the carpet, so that he could at least feel the clothing in case he didn't smell it.

After sweeping left and right for a while, he ran over what felt and smelled like a dirty sock. He picked it up with his teeth and turned around to find his way back to the hallway. After bumping into the coffee table and the easy chair, he managed to find the entrance to the hallway. He crawled down as fast as he could to the other end, where he found the laundry basket.

Dropping the sock in, he turned and crawled back to the living room. At this rate, I'll never get this done in a half hour, he thought. This time, as he gathered each item, he placed it in a pile at the living room entrance.

Jenny decided to have some fun by "directing" him with the crop. If he started going in the wrong direction, she would smack him on one side of his body, inducing him to turn away from the crop. When he finished in the living room, she guided him with the crop to the kitchen. He sniffed and crawled around the floor until he had collected every piece of clothing and placed it in a pile in the hallway.

After he had been led through every room in the house, he was led back to the hallway. You'd better hurry, or you'll be in the dog house again, if you know what I mean!

Bob sniffed around and practically dove into the nearest pile of dirty clothing, grabbing as much with his teeth as possible, then crawling as fast as possible down the hall to the laundry basket. He felt like he was running some kind of weird relay race. Inevitably, he bumped into the walls several times along the way. Jen started counting down the last thirty seconds. As she called "time!

He dropped the underwear dejectedly, his heavy breathing sounding much like a dog's panting. He waited for the inevitable slap from her crop. Instead, she said, "Don't move, I'll be right back. Not knowing what to expect, he opened his mouth. He felt her right hand at the back of his head, holding it steady, then something being stuffed into his mouth. It only took a moment to realize what it was: Next he heard what sounded like wide tape being pulled off its roll. Jenny applied first one, then two more pieces of duct tape over his mouth to hold the underwear gag in.

You have nearly earned the right to sleep inside tonight. However, you still have more training to endure before you earn the right to be called slave. At the foot of the bed, he saw a chain which was locked around the leg of the heavy four poster bed.

It looked to be about three feet long. Jenny unsnapped the leash and padlocked the chain to his collar. She pulled out another padlock and locked his wrist cuffs behind his back. She undressed, standing next to him as he lay on the floor. He looked up at her, his eyes trailing up her long legs, stopping briefly at her pussy, before venturing up even further to gaze at the undersides of her ample breasts.

She stood over him, hands on her hips, looking very much like a goddess or conquering warrior looking down at her defeated enemy. Weenie wants to play," she said with a smirk on her face. It was then that he realized that his dick was very erect and throbbing. It was painful though, still constrained within the confines of the steel ring and the leather harness. She knelt on the floor, dropped a little spit into her hand, and started rubbing his penis up and down.

Bob started to moan through the gag as his sexual tension began a rapid ascent. She alternated a few quick strokes with a few slow strokes, until he was at the edge of madness.

He pleaded with her to stop through the gag, but the words were unintelligible. Jenny bent over and took him into her mouth. Bob was whining heavily into the gag now. If she didn't stop soon, he didn't even want to think what might happen if he were to cum. Without warning, she stopped abruptly, got up, and walked into the bathroom. Bob's penis continued to throb as he humped the air out of sheer desperation.

Chapter 7 He had finally drifted off to sleep. As he awoke, he heard the sound of Jenny placing a dog bowl down in front of him. She bent over him and peeled off the duct tape which had held her panties captive in his mouth for the last two hours.

She pulled the panties out and said, "Here is some water for you. I'd advise you to drink up. He greedily lapped up the water, which was cool and refreshing. It felt good to be able to move his lips and mouth again. A couple of minutes later, she entered the bedroom, unlocked his chain and cuffs, and snapped a leash on his collar.

She led him out the back door and into the yard, stopping at her lounge chair. Bob knew better than to challenge her and stayed where he was. She emerged a few minutes later, carrying a tall drink in one hand and a red rubber ball in the other.

After reclining in the lounge chair, she unsnapped his leash. After taking a sip of her Pina Colada, she threw the ball across the yard. He hesitated, not quite believing that she would humiliate him in this manner. Casting a steely look in his direction, she said, "that dog house is still available for another overnight stay, Fido, so I suggest you get busy and fetch that ball, while I'm still in a good mood. As he reached the ball, he bent down and picked it up in his teeth, knowing without being told that this was what was expected.

He hurried back and placed the ball in his mistress' hand. Jen noticed this and stopped the game for a moment. How about if I let you fetch on two legs instead of four? He stood up and got ready to run after the ball again. She went in the house for a minute and returned with a couple of items in her hands. She produced a padlock and proceeded to lock his cuffs behind his back. She drew back her arm and threw the ball again, this time into the woods. Sighing inwardly, Bob ran through the yard and into the woods.

The tree branches clawed at his naked torso as he made his way through the woods, looking for that cursed ball. He finally found it, knelt down, and picked it up in his teeth. As he rose up, he bumped into a low hanging branch. He heard a buzzing sound, and looked up. The branch he hit held a hornet's nest, and the occupants were flying out to see who had disturbed their nest.

Bob took off like a shot, not even noticing the scrapes and scratches he was accumulating as he ran full speed out of the woods. He started running around the yard, hands cuffed behind him, clothespins bouncing wildly, and the red ball between his teeth. Jenny almost fell off her lounge chair, laughing at the ridiculous sight.

After using the garden hose to shoo away the hornets and spray Bob down, she dried him off and led him inside, where he gratefully resumed his position on the floor at the foot of the bed, with the chain locked to his collar. She made sure his water bowl was full, and left him to rest for a while. Jenny came in about an hour later with another dog bowl with dog food in it. Bob slowly awakened from his nap. She placed it a little farther away from Bob than his water bowl.

Bob looked at her. Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, he resignedly crawled on his knees over to the food bowl. The chain was just long enough for him to get his mouth in the bowl. Jenny reached over and pulled the bowl a couple of inches farther away from him. He looked up at her and said, "How can I eat if you pull the bowl away from me? Humiliated once again, Bob knew he had little choice if he didn't want to be hungry until tomorrow.

He knew better than to delay the inevitable any longer, so he bent down to the bowl and began to eat. She had pushed the bowl just far enough so he had to strain at the leash to get each mouthful.

He had to back up slightly to chew and swallow each bite. When he was finished, she took the bowl away and stood next to him. Spotting a glimmer of hope for some human food, Bob said, "Yes, Mistress. May I please have some dessert? His hopes dashed, Bob bent over to begin his task of cleaning his mistress' shoes. Once again, his dick throbbed painfully in it's leather and steel prison. Before getting ready for bed, Jenny took Bob the dog out for a walk in the back yard so that he could pee against his favorite tree, out by the dog house.

Chapter 8 Jenny slept well that night, while Bob slept fitfully on the floor at the foot of her bed, still chained by the neck to the bedpost, his hands cuffed in front of him. The next morning, Bob woke up to find that he was alone. Was she going to leave him here like this all day? He had to pee, and his imprisoned cock was a painful pillar of throbbing manhood.

A short time later, Jenny entered the bedroom, carrying a piece of paper. May I please have permission to use the toilet? What makes you think that you have earned the right to use a toilet??

Don't forget, you are still a dog. Dogs pee outside," she said with a faint smile. Would you like that, boy? Please, mistress, what can I do to earn that privilege? She bent over and unlocked his chain and snapped the leash back on. His cuffs were unlocked and relocked behind his back. She slipped the robe off of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

She was naked now, and looked incredibly sexy to Bob. His member seemed to swell even more, painfully reminding him of it's imprisonment. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him over to her by the leash. He hobbled over on his knees, careful not to fall over. Jenny fed the leash between her legs, under her butt, and out the back side. She pulled on the leash until Bob's face was inches from her mound. Bob started in earnest, kissing, licking and sucking for all he was worth.

All of a sudden, he felt a sharp tug on his collar from behind, pulling him away from the sole object of his focus. If I wanted to come in 30 seconds, I would use my vibrator, not you! I expect at least 15 minutes of head before I come.

I will watch the clock on the bed table. If I come before 15 minutes, you will receive a thorough cropping, do you understand? Get busy with that tongue! He gently pushed his tongue between the folds of her pussy, alternately plunging it into her canal as far as it could go, then withdrawing and circling her clit.

He could tell by her moans and the trickle of juices down the inside of her thighs that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Because he did not dare look up at the clock not that the leash would have permitted him that much movement , he could not know how much time had passed.

Tears began to flow down his cheeks as he continued to worship at his mistress' altar. He knew if he brought her to orgasm too soon, he would not only feel the crop's cruel sting on his backside, but he would probably not be allowed to relieve himself for a while longer.

To his eventual relief, she said, "Okay, slave, time is up. You may now finish me off! Bob plunged his tongue into her slit with renewed vigor. Within thirty seconds, Jenny came in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Bob continued licking, drinking in all of her honey juice, until she was clean and she collapsed backward onto the bed. Bob, still restrained by his leash, remained in his kneeling position, certain that his bladder would explode at any second.

Finally, Jenny sat up and looked at him, unsnapping his leash.. I guess you have earned your toilet privileges. She looked at him in mock confusion.

He was just about to sit down when he noticed the toilet seat lid was down. Practically hopping up and down now to stave off the impending flood, he carefully raised one foot and lifted the seat and lid. His desperation rising, and realizing that he had no way to aim his stream, Bob raised his foot and quickly brought the toilet seat back down. Unfortunately, the lid came down with it. With a cry of desperation, he carefully wedged his toe between the lid and the seat and lifted the lid upright again.

Finally, he dropped down onto the seat, releasing a great sigh of relief as the stream sprang forth from between his legs. It seemed to go on forever. Chapter 9 When he was done, he got up from the toilet and carefully lowered the lid back down with his foot. He lifted his foot again to push the lever to flush. He obediently walked back into the bedroom and kneeled before his mistress.

She bent down and took his cock in her hand to examine it. Her finger brushed the tip and came away with a drop of urine. Reluctantly, he stuck his tongue out and licked the tip of her finger. He suckled the finger as if it were a penis, moving up and back. Now it's time for breakfast," she said as she snapped his leash back on the collar. Putting her robe back on, she fished the keys out of the pocket and unlocked his wrist cuffs from each other.

He brought his arms forward, rotating them at the shoulders to relieve the stiffness. He followed her on all fours into the kitchen. He was pretty hungry by now, having only eaten two cans of dog food in the last two days. I will have two eggs, scrambled, bacon, toast, and coffee. You will not eat a single morsel of food while you are preparing MY breakfast. Make sure you put your best effort into this, and I may consider giving you bed privileges tonight.

Wouldn't that beat sleeping on the floor, or outside? Bob got right to work, brewing the coffee, cooking up the bacon, and scrambling the eggs. It was torture for him to be so close to real food and smelling it's heavenly aroma, and not being able to taste even a morsel.

He reached around the back of his head, exploring the buckle and padlock with his fingers, hoping to find a way to remove the gag, even for just a minute. Just then, he heard a noise and turned around. There was Jenny, hands on her hips, watching him, shaking her head. With that, she turned around and headed back to the bedroom.

Bob quickly got back down to business, wondering nervously what punishment she might have in store for him. He carefully arranged the eggs and bacon on a plate, then buttered the toast and placed everything on a bed tray. He went to the front door and opened it just enough to peek outside to see if anyone was around. The newspaper was lying on the grass, about 10 feet from the house.

He debated the risk of venturing out, wearing just a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, crotch harness, and a ballgag. He would be thoroughly humiliated if anyone was to see him. The coast looked clear, and, in spite of his apprehension, he ran out and snatched up the paper.

Just as he was bending down to pick it up. He heard a 'click' behind him. He looked back at the door, which was now closed. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a face in the side window next to the door. He ran back to the door and tried to turn the knob.

It was locked, confirming his worst fears. He quickly ducked down behind a nearby bush for cover. He could hear Jenny's voice calling from inside the house, "If my breakfast is cold, it'll be back to the dog house for you, do you hear? He started crawling across the front of the house, staying mostly between the bushes and the wall.

When he got to the corner, there was no more cover for him to take advantage of. If he could just make it to the driveway, he could take cover momentarily behind his car, then a short run to the gate and into the back yard.

He sprang from his hiding place and ran straight for the car. Just as he got within about 10 feet, his car alarm started going off, which would attract the attention of anyone within earshot. She must have pressed the panic button on the remote, he thought. She must be really enjoying this. He altered course and ran straight for the gate. Flinging it open and slamming it behind him, he stopped briefly to catch his breath, now that he was safely out of sight.

He sprinted over to the back door, which thankfully, was unlocked. The car alarm stopped blaring as he opened the back door and stepped inside. Jenny came in from the living room, giggling, her hand over her mouth, obviously trying to compose herself. Bob could only glare at her in mute silence. Bob quickly placed the paper in side pocket of the bed tray and headed for the bedroom.

As he entered the room, Jenny was sitting up in bed, pillows propped up behind her back. Bob brought the tray over to her and carefully set it down over her lap. Bob knew what she meant, and dropped down on all fours. He watched hungrily as she leisurely began eating her breakfast while reading the paper.

He would give anything just to be allowed to lick the crumbs off the plate. I'm starting to think like a dog! About halfway through her meal, Jenny stopped and looked over at Bob. Bet you would like some of this 'people food', eh? Tell you what, come over here and let me take that nasty old gag off. Jenny took a key off the nightstand and unlocked and removed the ball gag. If you are convincing, you will get some food. Jenny seemed unaffected and resumed reading her paper.

Knowing that he must give a supreme effort, he sat back on his heels with his hands held in front of his chest to mimic a dog "sitting pretty" and panted. Jenny allowed him to continue this for about two minutes before breaking off a piece of crust from the toast and tossing it to him. He tried to catch it in his mouth, but the crust flew by him and landed on the floor. He scrambled to retrieve it, and in his haste, grabbed it with his fingers.

I don't ever recall seeing a dog use anything other than his mouth to pick things up! She threw it into the waste basket. A few minutes later, she decided to throw him another piece of crust. This time he caught and ate it. Then Jenny remembered something she had seen on TV once. Bob was still "sitting pretty". She took a half strip of bacon and placed it across his nose. Poor Bob held this position for what seemed like hours, staring at the tasty morsel on his nose.

His hunger pangs were constant now, and he didn't know how much longer he could resist the temptation to just gobble it down. Finally, as he heard the command "GO! Instead of flying straight up, it flew back behind him and onto the floor. Bob picked it up with his mouth and dropped it into her hand. She had him resume the position and once again placed it on his nose. Three more times, Bob resumed the position and waited for the command.

Finally, he managed to catch it in his mouth and greedily wolfed it down. It was heavenly, after having had nothing but dog food for the past two days. Then Jenny had another inspiration. When he complied, she placed a morsel of bacon on his tongue. Jenny ignored him, absently flipping through the paper. A little whine escaped his lips as he looked at her with pleading eyes. At last, she said "go! Chapter 10 After finishing her breakfast, Jenny placed the plate on the floor for Bob to lick up the crumbs.

He not only licked the plate clean, but also licked the fingers of his mistress. When he was finished, he went back to the bedroom, and entered on all fours, as he figured she wanted him to do. Jenny had a pad of paper in her lap and was just finishing writing something on it. If you complete everything on this list and pass my inspection, you may be promoted from 'dog' to 'slave' and will be permitted to sleep in my bed tonight.

You may get up now and start your chores. He scanned it and saw that it was a list of household chores. This was a longer list of household chores. Each chore you complete will be scored on a point system. I will determine the number of points awarded for each chore. If you do a substandard job on any chore, you will be awarded a lower number of points.

If you don't earn enough points by next Sunday, the slate is wiped clean and you will have to work for another week to earn enough points. Oh, and by the way, the price goes up by points for each week you fail to earn enough.

So if by the end of the second week, you haven't earned 5, points, you will need 5, points, the third week, 6, points, and so on.

You may earn bonus points by doing unexpected things like bringing me romantic gifts, doing extra chores without being asked, or being attentive to my needs. I, of course, will determine your scoring. You'd better get started. Oh, yeah, I haven't fed you yet. Go back to the kitchen and get yourself some breakfast," she told him. Bob's eyes brightened up at the prospect of some 'human food'.

Dejectedly, he placed the lists in his mouth and walked out to the kitchen on all fours. He went to the pantry and pulled out a can of dog food. I can't believe I'm going to feed myself dog food, he thought. He did not want to suffer the wrath of Jenny again, however. He used the electric can opener on it and emptied the food into the dog bowl. He got down on all fours and lowered his mouth to the food.

As he started to eat, he felt Jenny's hand stroking the top of his head. I can see that you are well on your way to becoming a good slave. First, he did the laundry with a little instruction from Jenny , then washed the windows, cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed the floors, washed the cars, and mowed the lawns. He did the front lawn as quickly as possible, for as much as he was allowed to wear clothes for mowing the front, he still had the cuffs and collar locked on his body.

Mercifully, few cars drove past, and when they did, he would hunker down some, hoping they would not notice the collar locked around his neck. When he was finished with the list, he went inside and presented himself on his knees to his mistress, who was reclining on the couch in the living room, watching TV. May I have permission to take a shower, or do you wish to wash me out on the back deck again?

You are NOT to touch yourself down there except for cleaning, understood? Jenny pulled the key ring from her pocket and unlocked his cuffs, collar and cock harness. Bob hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After getting into the shower, Bob picked up the soap and lathered up his body. It felt great to be free of all the restraints, especially the cock harness. As his hands moved about his body, they naturally ended up at his crotch.

Nervously, he started stroking his soaped-up member. It felt so good, he "forgot" what Jenny had said. He was so horny, he figured he could be done in about 30 seconds and Jenny would never know. He closed his eyes and started stroking faster. He was almost there when a splash of ice cold water hit him on the crotch. Jumping back and nearly falling over, he opened his eyes to find the shower curtain pushed aside and Jenny looking at him, holding a glass which until a second ago had held cold water.

She came back with a pair of steel handcuffs and proceeded to lock his hands high above his head to the shower head. Then she adjusted the shower head to point directly down on him and turned the temperature to cold.

He started shiver and whine, but she paid him no heed. After about five minutes of torture, she turned off the water. As he stood there with his hands cuffed above his head, he shivered and hoped that Jenny would not leave him there too long.

A few minutes later, she walked in. Would you please forgive me and let me down? She went into the bedroom and returned with her riding crop. Without warning, she began to flog him with it, spreading the blows out over his entire body. Screaming, he turned around to shield the front of his body from the blows, but this just gave Jenny the opportunity to make the backside match the front. Abruptly, she stopped and left the room.

Now, Bob felt the burning of the welts inflicted on his body in addition to the shivering and goose bumps all over his body. A half hour later, she returned to check on him. She brought the collar and the cock harness and locked them on him.

After unlocking one handcuff, she brought his hands around to his back and locked it back on. Pulling him by the collar, she led him into the bedroom and chained him to the bedpost again. She lay down on the floor near him and pulled him toward her crotch by the chain. Bob dove in, licking and sucking for all he was worth. She pulled him up by the collar to her face and plunged her tongue into his mouth.

This surprised him, as he had always been the aggressor in that area. He allowed himself to be taken by her. The feeling of complete and utter submission washed over him like a wave. She next lowered his mouth to her breasts and let him lick and suck on them for a while.

Finally, he was back down between her legs, licking at a moderate pace, doing his best to follow her directions.

He did not want to think about spending another night in the dog house. After a few orgasms, she finally pulled him away from her crotch. I will forgive you this one time, but after this, you will know the true meaning of punishment, understood? Chapter 12 Bob was granted permission to sleep in bed with Jenny, but was fastened to a longer chain which would allow him limited movement around the bedroom and into the bathroom.

He was required to give her a thorough back massage before going to sleep. Monday morning, Bob woke up at 6: As soon as he got out of bed, he was reminded of the collar and chain locked around his neck, and, more importantly, the cock harness locked around his balls.

He had his normal morning erection, and realized he would have to wait until it went down. Sighing, he got back into bed and rolled over to face Jenny, who had her back to him. He started caressing her neck with his fingers, hoping to wake her gently so that she could release him to get ready for work. After about five minutes, she stirred, and promptly lifted her nightgown to expose her entire back, signaling him to give her another back massage.

He applied himself to his task, and fifteen minutes later, she rolled over onto her back. He began massaging her neck and upper chest area, working his way down to the breasts.

She lay back, moaning in ecstasy. He let his fingers do the walking all the way down to her slit, where he began gently massaging the outer lips, then working them inside. She grasped his collar firmly and guided his mouth to her nipples, first one, then the other. Finally, she guided his face down to her delta and had him lick her to a thundering orgasm. He complied, and she pulled out a bottle of sex lube and squirted some on her hand.

She began massaging his organ, slowly at first, then gradually building the tempo. On one hand, it felt so good that he didn't want her to stop. On the other hand, he knew that if she took it all the way, his balls might explode from the pressure backup caused by the cock ring locked onto his crotch.

As he approached the point of no return, he cried, "Stop please, Mistress, ohmygod, please stop!! Screaming now, Bob rolled away from Jenny, slipping out of her grasp. Jenny giggled as Bob lay there, panting heavily from extreme arousal and frustration. Bob made his way into the bathroom, knowing that it would be a while before his cock would shrink enough to allow him to pee.

After shaving and combing his hair, he was finally able to gain blessed release and urinate. When he was done, he came out of the bathroom and faced Jenny, who was still relaxing in bed. It's the only way I can guarantee that you won't be playing with yourself in secret. By the way, you should be glad you can still touch it at all. Once the new device I ordered on the internet arrives, you can say goodbye to Mr.

Bob wasn't sure what she meant, and he didn't think he wanted to ever find out. Chapter 13 Once he arrived at the office, Bob tried to focus on his work, but he could feel his package bound up in the harness nearly every time he shifted in his chair. The frustration of not being able to cum for the past few days was building up. Any time one of the secretaries walked by, his cock would throb silently in his pants.

He was desperate for release. And just what did Jenny order for him, and what did she mean? He resolved to be more attentive to her and try to please her in any way possible so as to get back on her good side and gain a possible reprieve from this tortuous sentence of chastity. Every morning during that week, the same scene was played out: Bob's balls felt like they could explode at any second. Every evening when he got home from work, he did a few more chores on his weekly chore list.

Jenny periodically inspected his work, and made entries in a pocket notebook. She made no comments unless he needed instruction to correctly complete a task. He had no way of knowing how many points he was accumulating, but figured he was probably doing okay. By Sunday morning, his cock was rock hard in anticipation as he lovingly massaged Jenny's back.

It had been over a week since he had last come, and his balls felt twice their usual size. But for now, let's see how many bonus points you can earn with your tongue!

Bob needed no further encouragement. He knelt between her legs, careful not to drape his cold chain over her leg. He went to work, starting on the outer lips, and slowly working his way inside, alternately licking her clit and thrusting his tongue as deep inside her as possible.

A week's worth of this training had resulted in a much improved tongue slave. As she approached the peak of orgasm, Jenny grabbed his chain and pulled until his face was jammed right up against her crotch. He continued to lick and suck like crazy now, until Jenny arched her back in a thunderous orgasm.

As he was trained to do, Bob kept licking until he had cleaned her thoroughly. Throughout the rest of the day, he tried to do as many chores as possible to ensure enough points to cum. Finally, around six o'clock, Jenny told him to strip and assume the position on the bed, while she shackled his wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

His cock was hard and throbbing with anticipation. Jenny left the room and came back with a bag of ice, placing it around his cock. After it shrank down, she took the key from the chain around her neck and unlocked and removed the cock harness. She then proceeded to massage his crotch, slowly bringing it back to life. She bent over and proceeded to give him a slow blow job, which aided greatly in restoring it back to full attention.

Once he was clearly aroused and breathing heavily, she withdrew and reached over to the nightstand and retrieved her pocket notebook and a calculator. She began adding up all the scores he had earned all week with one hand, while slowly stroking his cock with the other.

Finally, she hit the 'total' key. With a smile on her face, Jenny started speeding up her stroking until Bob was clearly ready to explode. Once again, she abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away. As Bob panted and furiously humped the air, it became clear that her smile was derived from pity, not generosity. Then she spent the next half hour critiquing his work. My white glove found dirt under the rim of the toilet bowl. I found spots on the mirror, and the medicine cabinet is disorganized.

Clearly you were not applying your best effort. I suggest you pay a little more attention to me if you want to earn enough points to cum. During all of this, Bob's cock was still throbbing painfully. Chapter 14 Throughout the following week, Bob threw himself into household chores with the utmost attention to detail. He could not imagine going another week without cumming.

Every evening, he arrived home with a red rose for Jenny. As she sat on the couch to watch TV, he knelt on the floor at her feet and massaged and kissed them. Of course, he surrendered complete control of the remote control to Jenny. She remained impassive, not revealing how much she was enjoying all of this. Finally, Sunday came around again, and Bob was so desperate now, he would follow Jenny around the house like a little lost puppy, looking for any way to gain just a few more points.

She finally sent him outside to mow the lawn. When he was finished, he came back inside and took a shower. As he stepped out of the shower, found another note from Jenny on the kitchen table. Next you are to cuff your arms and legs to the bedposts and wait for me. If you obey, you may get a nice surprise.

His cock started to harden at the thought. He dried off and hurried into the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and lay on the bed. He picked up the ballgag and buckled and locked it behind his head.

He sat up and placed the leg irons which were laid out at each corner on his ankles, then lay back and locked the handcuffs on one wrist, then the other.

He wondered where Jenny was, and how long he would have to wait. A half hour later, Jenny walked in, dressed in black lingerie and black stiletto heels. Bob could only gape at her, his cock throbbing at full attention. She picked a bottle of sex lube and knelt on the bed nest to Bob. His eyes widened and looked at her pleadingly. He tried to talk through the gag to ask her to remove the harness, but could only manage muffled sounds.

She applied some lube to her hand, and started stroking his rigid cock. Once again, Bob was torn, because as much as it felt sooo good, he knew he could never cum with the harness on. As his arousal quickly rose to a fever pitch, his breathing began to quicken along with alternating moans and whines as he was taken closer to the brink of climax. He tore at his shackles, desperately trying to escape this exquisite torture. Jenny sensed his approaching climax and backed off, letting him cool down, then started up again, taking him on a torturous roller coaster ride of arousal and frustration.

Finally, she got up and said, "I thought you wanted to cum, but every time you get close, you whine like a baby. I think you need a time out. About ten minutes later, she returned, carrying a bag of ice. Bob's cock was still at attention. Mercifully, his cock slowly shrank down and the aching subsided. Jenny took off her necklace, from which the key dangled. She reached down, unlocked the harness, and removed it from Bob's genitals. He allowed himself to feel a little optimism and anticipation that she might really let him cum this time.

Jenny applied a little more sex lube and started massaging his frozen cock and balls. As the warmth slowly returned to his crotch, his cock started to respond. As his cock grew harder, Jenny began applying that up and down pumping motion that fed his arousal and made him rock hard. As aroused as he was, he tried not to enjoy it too much, knowing full well that she could stop before he climaxed.

She teased him a little more, alternating slow and fast strokes. Finally, she slowed to a medium pace and said, "You have been a good slave this week and have earned enough points to cum. I have a proposition for you.

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