Kept, part II
By The Timid Freshman
Joel loses his virginity, but gets more than he bargained for when he fails to please his new mistress!


Though Joel did his best to drag out his homework, an hour later he was
finished, and had no more excuses for dawdling in Angela's study. He had no
doubt that he would be unable to hide from her in her own house, and he didn't
even want to think about what the consequences would be if he tried to escape.
No, things would inevitably go better for him if he faced his fate head-on.
She was going to make use of him one way or another; Dana had told him before
leaving for Las Vegas that she had given Angela carte blanche to do so; her
only stipulation being that he was returned home in one piece. It could be
worse, he supposed. At least he wasn't going to be "broken in," whatever that
meant. He shuddered to think of all the poor souls who had been "broken" at
the hands of this harsh mistress. Nevertheless, there were still plenty of
things Angela could do to him without causing him any permanent damage, and so
he understandably dragged his feet as he made his way to the backyard.

But in spite of himself, he could not help but gasp admirably as he stepped
out the back door. Angela's backyard was really more of a grotto; exotic
plants were everywhere, illuminated in the twilight by not only both the
setting sun and strings of fairy lights that crisscrossed above his head, but
also from the underwater lights that refracted the pattern of the water on
everything they lit. Her swimming pool resembled nothing so much as a small
tropical lagoon; it appeared to be hewn entirely out of stone, and at the far
end a waterfall cascaded down what appeared to be a cliff face into the water.
At the other corner, steam poured out from what Joel could only assume was a
hot tub. Angela herself sat in the middle of the pool, resplendent in her
floating chair, sipping contentedly from a glass of red wine. She had traded
her purple shirt for an exotic bikini top, azure and cut in a tattered style,
pocked with strategic holes and held together only by a series of
crisscrossing drawstrings.

"Attend me," she said, beckoning him with a finger.

Joel looked around nervously. "Um..." he stammered. "I-I don't have a
swimsuit."

Angela raised an eyebrow and smiled dangerously at him. "Then I guess you'll
just have to take your clothes off," she responded slyly.

He had been dreading this inevitable humiliation, but he knew it had to arrive
sooner or later. Obediently, he stripped all of his clothing off except for
his boxers. He made for the water, hoping to delay the inevitable, but Angela
would have none of it. She held up her hand, shook her head silently, pointed
at his crotch, and made a downward motion with her finger. The meaning was
unmistakable—lose the underwear. And so he had no choice but to reluctantly
but obediently bare himself before her. After his complete disrobing, Joel
quickly slipped naked into the pool, hiding his shame. Finding the water to be
at about chest-height, he approached Angela's float, and for the first time he
noticed what seemed to be a floating service tray drifting beside her, upon
which rested a second glass of wine and several types of exotic cheeses, cut
into bite-sized portions.

"Help yourself," she smiled with a wave of her hand. "I thought a light supper
in the pool would do quite nicely. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "Thank you." He tried the wine first, which he found
to be extremely dry, but good. The cheeses yielded various results; some of
them tasted delicious, while others he had to choke down with an extra gulp of
wine, which was quickly starting to make him light-headed. Angela watched with
amusement, sipping her drink quietly. She waited patiently for Joel to finish
his wine, which, considering his inexperience, didn't take him long at all.

"How are you at massage?" she asked when he was finished.

Joel swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. In all honestly, he'd never tried it
before in his life. Dana never utilized him for her own pleasure; she had his
dad for that. With Joel, his stepmother's main concern was strict discipline,
training him to submit to any and all female authority. But she had yet to
teach him anything about how to please a woman. Dreading the consequences of
lying to Angela, he told her as much.

"No time like the present to learn," she grinned, and extended one of her feet
towards him. "You may start by rubbing my feet."

Joel nervously took her foot in his hand and began to massage it the best he
could. Angela responded with a sigh of contentment, closing her eyes and
leaning her head back. Realizing with a sense of relief that he was doing
well, Joel gained confidence from Angela's pleasured expression, and rubbed
her feet with a new enthusiasm.

"Oh, that's heaven," she sighed. "I stand up all day teaching; it's so nice to
come home to this." She lay motionless for several minutes, allowing Joel to
rub her feet in silence. Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
"Mmmmm, that's wonderful," she purred. "You know, I think I'll have to reward
you, young man."

"Really?" he grinned, his spirit picking up. If she was serious, then maybe
this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Oh yes," she nodded. "Most definitely. But first, finish the massage."

"Yes ma'am," he said happily, and continued to rub her feet. But she shook her
head.

"You've done that enough," she told him, and extended her big toe towards his
mouth. "Why don't you suck on my toes for a while?"

Joel was taken aback by this bizarre request, but Angela was watching him
expectantly. Slowly, he took her toe into his mouth and began sucking on it.
He applied his tongue as well, first tentatively, and then more extensively.
Angela moaned in satisfaction, rubbing her legs together in pleasure.
Apparently this really turned her on. And her moans of ecstasy turned Joel on
as well, giving him an underwater boner and causing him to suck more
enthusiastically on her toes.

After a few minutes of this, Angela was finally satisfied. "Good boy," she
smiled, running her toes through his hair. "Now you wait for Mistress Angela
over there," she indicated, pointing at the concrete beyond the edge of the
pool with her other toe. "I'll be back in just a moment." She winked
seductively at him.

Joel turned and obeyed, wading towards the edge of the pool. When he had
reached the concrete, he hoisted himself out of the water and stood up,
turning to look at Angela. But she was gone.

How she had managed to disappear without his hearing, he had no idea. All he
could do was await her return, standing where she had told him to.

He stood trembling beside the pool, his naked body dripping water on the
ground below. He self-consciously hugged himself as he waited for Angela,
wondering what her reward would be. Why had she sent him out of the pool? And
where had she disappeared to?

His second question was answered almost immediately. The steady rushing of the
waterfall that had filled his ears ever since stepping outside was suddenly
interrupted. Surprised, Joel turned his head to look at the waterfall. Angela
was there, being bathed in its rain.

She was completely naked, except for a gauzy green shawl loosely wrapped
around her body. The gently cascading water had not only plastered the
paper-thin material to her supple skin, but had rendered it completely
transparent. Every voluptuous curve and titillating detail of her magnificent
body was starkly visible. Lifting her eyes at Joel, she gave him a seductive
smile that completed his growing arousal and sent his penis, which had began
to deflate as he waited for her, springing up into a stiff position of full
anticipation.

As Joel stared slack-jawed at the mature beauty of his stepmother's best
friend, Angela stepped out of the waterfall and crossed with deliberate steps
over to Joel's side of the pool, smiling knowingly at his erection. As she
slowly closed the distance between them, the shawl slipped from her body to
the ground. She left it behind without a second glance, and continued stalking
the boy, her glorious body unabashedly and unashamedly exposed. They were both
completely nude, the voracious 40-year old temptress and the nervous,
trembling 16-year old virgin. And the dominant cougar was closing in on her
inexperienced prey.

Her body was a portrait of unparalleled magnificence. Her skin was smooth and
flawless, pale in a way that perfectly complemented her blonde hair and
piercing blue eyes. Her breasts, though big, round, and sumptuous, betrayed
nothing of her age. They were as perky as a teenager's, and her pink, erect
nipples seemed to be pointing right at Joel. Her hips and legs were perfectly
sculpted, and her golden bush was trimmed meticulously; a downy yellow tuft
between her long, shapely legs. Never in Joel's life had he been witness to
such a breathtaking vision of astonishing beauty. Even the models in the porn
he used to pleasure himself to (before Dana came into his life and confiscated
it all) weren't even in the same league as this woman. And so he was
understandably struck dumb and slack-jawed by Angela's dominating naked
presence. For her part, she was simply letting her eyes do all the talking.
They roamed across his toned adolescent body, yet never left his for more than
a few seconds, holding him paralyzed with her hungry gaze. She swung her
shapely hips and stuck out her shapely chest as she bore down on the boy, and
Joel found himself unable to move or even look away. His erect penis
practically throbbed with the animal desires Angela was awakening in his
loins, even as his heart pounded in submissive fear.

She spoke not a word as she crossed his path. Instead, she deftly took hold of
the tip of his penis between her thumb and forefingers. Joel gasped as she
made contact with his body, and for the first time, Angela took her eyes off
of him. Her fingers would control him now.

Without relinquishing the hold on his manhood, she continued forward, and he
had no choice but to follow behind her. Joel took the opportunity to gaze upon
her fabulous heart-shaped ass, whish mesmerized him as it moved. Angela led
him by his dick around the pool, and guided him to the hot tub. She never let
go as she descended into the steaming, churning waters, and Joel was forced to
follow her in, slipping into the hot water behind her.

When they were both standing in the bubbling soup of the Jacuzzi, Angela,
smiling seductively at Joel the whole time, let go of his penis and instead
took his balls in her hand. She gently but firmly squeezed them and kept the
pressure constant, not quite hard enough to cross the pain threshold, instead
hovering just inside the realm of pleasure. Joel moaned with unexpected
ecstasy. Angela was dominating him with finesse beyond even Dana's abilities;
a skill finely honed through years of practice on countless victims.

Placing her other hand on the small of his back, Angela guided them down into
the water. They were sitting in the hot tub now, fully immersed up to their
chests. Angela's nipples simmered just out of sight below the surface of the
water. Still squeezing Joel's balls, she turned and pressed against him, her
bare breasts caressing his naked chest. She kissed him deeply, her tongue once
again exploring his mouth fully, and drawing his own tongue through her hungry
lips. Joel was more turned on than he had ever been in his life, but he was
too afraid to pursue his desires of caressing her supple body. Instead he
trembled as she caressed his, her hands exploring every inch of him as her
lips kissed his chest and neck. Terror and desire coursed through Joel's veins
as Angela's hands moved up his chest and to his shoulders. His heart pounded
as she pushed down on them, lifting her body and straddling his waist. He
couldn't breathe. Time was frozen.

Slowly and deliberately, Angela lowered herself onto his quivering cock.

Joel felt the hot, wet folds of her flesh envelop him. Her hungry vagina
devoured his penis, and held it tightly sealed inside of her.

As of this moment, Joel was no longer a virgin.

Angela, thrilled with a rush of excitement from what she had just taken from
him, and spurred on by the pressure of his expanding cock inside her, bit her
lower lip in ecstasy, staring deep into Joel's confused and frightened eyes.
Steadying herself against his body, she began to undulate her hips, riding his
manhood, increasing her pleasure.

But Joel had no experience in lovemaking; Angela was the first woman to ever
cleave to him. The tight heat and slippery friction of her dominating vagina
was too much for the hapless teenager. His penis had had plenty of time to
recover since his accident in the car, and finding himself unable to maintain
control, he exploded within her after less than a minute.

Angela stopped in mid-thrust, and glared menacingly down at Joel. His eyes
grew wide with fear.

"Joel, Joel, Joel," she sighed. "I'm very disappointed in you." His voice
caught in his throat, too terrified to speak. "First in the car," she
continued, "and now this? I thought I told you to shape up, young man. I
expected much better from you. This...this is simply unacceptable."

"I'm s-sorry," he stammered, finally finding his voice.

"That's two orgasms I've given you today, Joel. And I have yet to receive even
one in return. Do you have any idea how selfish you're being?"

"I'm s-so s-sorry," he stuttered again. "It's just that I-I've never--I mean,
I c-can't...you're m-my..m-my.."

"Your first?" she finished for him. He meekly nodded. "That's no excuse,
Joel," she answered. "A boy should always please his mistress, no matter what.
And you are making a very poor show of it."

"Please forgive me," he moaned pathetically.

She leaned in closer. "And a boy should always ask permission to cum, Joel.
You came without my permission. That's three strikes against you, my dear."

Joel then pathetically began choking up, tears welling in his eyes. Angela
leaned in even closer, affecting a more tender expression as she kissed the
tears off of his face. "Don't cry, Honey," she cooed. "Everything is going to
be all right. Mistress Angela is going to train you. You can be a good boy and
learn, can't you?" Joel sniffed and silently nodded his head. Leaning back,
Angela continued. "Now, normally I'd institute orgasm control sessions of
course, but I'm afraid we don't have the time for that--although I will be
recommending them to your stepmother. We can't have you disappointing every
woman good enough to take you, now can we?"

"No, ma'am," Joel whispered hoarsely.

Angela nodded succinctly. "Since I only have you for the weekend," she
continued, "I think a little CBT will do quite nicely."

Joel didn't know what she meant, but his insides grew cold, as if by instinct.
"What's CBT?" he dared to ask.

Angela smiled an evil smile. "Physical therapy, darling," she grinned. "A way
to help bad boys like you be good boys. I find it quite effective, and I
daresay you will too." Without a second word she raised herself off of his
rapidly decreasing boner. "Oh, this won't do," she frowned, reaching down and
fondling him back to full erection. "You need to stay alert for your training.
Come along, now."

With a firm grip on his re-extended penis, Angela led him out of the Jacuzzi.
Joel, filled with shame and confusion, allowed her to steer him back around
the pool. Angela maneuvered herself around to Joel's right side, falling a
half-step behind him, her right hand still wrapped around his erection, her
left hand now pressing on his ass. Joel turned his head to look at her, and
Angela responded with a painful pinch on his right butt cheek, her fingernails
momentarily digging into his soft flesh.

"Eyes forward, Buster," she commanded, her formerly sweet tone all business
now. Joel had no choice but to obey, swallowing hard as Angela disappeared
into his peripheral vision. The only part of her that was clearly visible now
was the hand that pulled him forward by his manhood, even as her other hand
pushed him forward by his rear end.

Angela guided him past the pool, towards the waterfall she had appeared out of
before claiming his virginity. Joel wondered what was behind it, and had a
feeling he was about to find out.

Sure enough, Angela pulled him through the cascading water, which felt
unusually cold after the simmering water of the Jacuzzi. The other side
appeared to be solid rock, and he wondered what they would be able to do in
this small space behind the waterfall. There didn't seem to be enough room for
any type of physical therapy.

"Okay," she said, stopping short before the wall. "I need you to do something
for me, Joel. I want you to close your eyes. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," he said, confusion in his voice, preoccupied with his surroundings.
Angela brought him back to the present with a sharp, stinging slap to his
balls. Joel gasped in sudden pain.

"Yes ma'am," she corrected him. "I can't have you forgetting your manners."

"Yes ma'am!" he gasped.

"Good boy," she smiled, and rewarded him with a few deft and tender strokes to
his penis, bringing him back to full erection. "Now, don't open your eyes
until I tell you, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered her, and closed his eyes.

"Very good," she said, and guided him forward. Joel winced, anticipating
coming into contact with the wet rock wall in front of him. But to his
amazement, they continued going forward as if there was nothing in front of
them at all. And even more amazing, the world suddenly went silent. He could
no longer hear the roar of the waterfall, nor the ambient outside noises that
until now, he had taken for granted. The temptation to open his eyes was
overwhelming, but he remembered Angela's warning and heeded it, wary of her
punishment.

He blindly allowed her to guide him forward, unable to keep himself from
reaching forward into the darkness. His hands momentarily found something
solid; what appeared to be cool, soft, vinyl upholstery.

It was some kind of chair, or a table, or something in between.. Wordlessly,
Angela helped him into it, and from the reclined angle he was sitting at, he
judged it to be something akin to a cross between a dentist's examination
chair and a gynecological exam table. Angela guided his feet off the cool
stone floor and into what felt like a pair of stirrups, securing his ankles
tightly with what felt like leather medical straps. Joel barely had a chance
to register his surprise before she had secured his wrists to the armrests as
well. Lastly, he felt Angela securing his waist with a larger belt, fixing him
tight and fast to the examination table. He was now bound securely, completely
helpless.

"Now, I will be right back," she promised. "In the meantime, I want you to
keep your eyes closed and your dick hard. 'K, Baby?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered submissively, his mind reeling. He couldn't believe
what was happening to him. His entire life was changed forever. He had given
away (or was it taken from him? It was all so confusing) what he could never
get back. He had lost his virginity. But he had lost it to what might be the
most sexually desirable woman he would ever meet--a woman for whom most of the
boys at school would kill for a chance to sleep with. And she had boldly made
uncompromising love to him! Now he was bound fast to this apparatus of hers,
and just like his first sexual experience at the dominating hands of his
stepmother, he could not deny the intense eroticism of his situation.
Consequently, he had no problems staying hard for his new mistress.

He did not have to wait long for her return. After what seemed like only a few
moments, he heard her voice again. "Okay, Joel," she said. "You can open your
eyes now."

The first thing he noticed, of course, was Angela. She had gotten partially
dressed in a tight-fitting pair of dark jeans, but was still topless. She was,
however, wearing a type of jewelry--what seemed to be a black collar was
around her neck, studded with metal rings around the perimeter. On her head
she wore a black leather hat, fashioned in the style of an old SS Officer's
cap. It was pulled down over her forehead, so that it obscured one of her
eyes. Her hair appeared to be pulled back into a severe bun and tucked under
the cap, though he could still see isolated wisps along her elegant tapered
neck.

The effect was devastating. With only a tiny wardrobe change, Angela had
transformed herself from a seductive, cradle-robbing cougar into an icy
dominatrix. She owned the space all around her with her very presence. Added
to Joel's helpless naked vulnerability, his body strapped to the examination
chair with no hope of escape, the effect was an intimidation that he had never
felt in his life. She had him exactly where she wanted him, and he was
terrified of her. Yet her beauty captivated him completely, and he could not
bring himself to look away. Nor would his penis subside; it throbbed harder
than ever in the throes of her sexual energy.

They appeared to be in some sort of dark, cramped basement. The walls seemed
to be made of stone, and were adorned with several bizarre instruments, the
likes of which Joel had never seen before. They swam in and out of focus in
the light of several tapered black candles, each flickering with an eerie blue
flame. All of this, added to the slight tipsiness he was feeling from the wine
he had imbibed before the sex, added up to an effect that was quite
disorienting.

"How do you like my dungeon?" she asked Joel as she approached him, placing
her hands on each of his knees. "The rock wall is a hologram," she explained
in answer to his confused expression. "I have noise dampeners to shut out any
outside sounds once we're in here. I just love the latest technology; don't
you? But then, there's something to be said for tried-and-true methods as
well." And with this, she pushed his knees outward from one another, spreading
his legs apart nearly as far as they would open. They swung outwards in the
stirrups, which were attached to pivoting arms connected to the examination
chair. Angela took a moment to lock them in place, completely taking away his
freedom of movement. She then took a step closer, positioning herself right in
front of him, in-between his open legs.

Smiling reassuringly at him, Angela reached into her pocket and pulled out
what appeared to be a tightly wound spool of bright green monofilament line.
She slowly began to unspool it, pulling length after length away from the
spool. When she had finally pulled out around three feet's worth, she bit the
line off between her teeth. She then took Joel's penis in her hands.

"The first thing I'm going to do is bind your cock and balls," she told him.
Joel began to tremble nervously. "Don't worry," she said. "The polymers that
make up this line are tested for skin. You'll be quite all right," she
laughed. "They even use this in hospitals to test for sense of touch. It's
completely sterile. Besides," she grinned. "You're completely safe with me. I
know what I'm doing." She raised her right hand. "I solemnly swear not to harm
you in any way." She gave Joel a reassuring smile that he sheepishly returned.

As she spoke, she was winding the monofilament around and around his erect
penis and dangling testicles, drawing the line tight, compressing his skin.
"This serves a number of different purposes," she explained. "First of all,
the pressure traps the blood flow in place, keeping that nice young cock of
yours hard, no matter what. Secondly, this will separate everything quite
nicely, and give me better access."

Joel winced slightly as Angela tightened the monofilament, watching as the
line was tightly coiled all around his genitals, separating his testicles from
one another, pushing them out and apart from his penis, which was itself
getting wound up like a sausage. When she was finished, she tied the line off,
leaving his junk securely bound and looking quite bizarre all wound up in the
monofilament. He watched nervously as she then took his left nut in between
her thumb and fingertips.

"I want you to tell me when this hurts, Joel," she commanded, and began to
squeeze his testicle, gradually applying more and more pressure. It wasn't
long before he protested, the pain quickly approaching what he felt was his
limit of tolerance. Angela smiled at him and let go, taking in turn his right
testicle and squeezing it as she had done his left. He asked her to stop when
it began to hurt, and she graciously consented.

"Now I know what you believe your limits to be, Joel," she said, letting go of
his balls and walking around his body. Within moments he could no longer see
her; she had crossed behind him and into the darkness. "I'm going to take you
above and beyond those limits," she continued. Joel opened his mouth to ask
her what she meant, but he never got the chance. Before he even had the
opportunity to say anything, he felt something big, round, and rubbery being
shoved between his teeth. He instinctively bit down on it, and the next
sensation he experienced was the feeling of a strap being tightened and
secured behind his head. Before he knew it, Angela had silenced him with a
ball gag! He tried to cry out, but all he could do was grunt into the hard,
black mass of rubber in his mouth.

His dominating mistress circled back around him, returning to her place
between his outstretched legs. She smiled at the wide-eyed expression of fear
etched across his helpless face. "I'm not going to lie to you, Joel," she
said. "This is going to hurt. A lot." She took his balls in her right hand and
began squeezing, quickly eclipsing the pressure she had put on his individual
testicles previously. Joel's entire body shook as he screamed in pain into the
ball gag, but all that came out was more subdued grunting.

"You were a bad boy in the hot tub, my dear," she continued, and began to
twist and pull on his scrotum in addition to the squeeze she was putting on
his testicles. "Bad boys need to be punished. Bad boys need to learn not to
disappoint their mistresses, and to ask permission before climaxing."

Joel had never experienced anything like this; Dana never punished him this
hard; never hurt him this much. Stars blinked in his peripheral vision as
Angela blurred in and out of focus, all the while speaking over his muffled
cries of anguish. "You see, Honey, CBT is about more than just physical
therapy, although it certainly is that. But mostly, it's about torture. Cock
and ball torture, to be exact. C-B-T. Get it?"

She accentuated these last two words with a particularly painful twist of his
scrotum that made him feel as if she were ripping his balls right off. "I
said, ‘Get it?"" she repeated herself, a dangerous and manic edge in her
voice, reinforced by her fingernails digging into the skin of his scrotum.
Joel frantically nodded, howling in his throat, desperate to cry out in pain.
Angela finally let go of his balls, and he barely had time to breathe a sigh
of relief through his nostrils before she started slapping them.

Joel felt like he was going to throw up. Angela batted at his balls
mercilessly, like a cat playing with a toy. She slapped his cock, too—although
it didn't stop there. "Remember this the next time you want to blow your load,
little boy," she snarled, digging a thumbnail into his glans. Tears streaked
down Joel's cheeks, and as his mistress punished him, flicking at the
underside of his dickhead with her fingernail, he could feel a strange
sensation all over his entire body. It was as if he were transforming
somehow—as if the pain in his genitals were in some way changing him. He
couldn't focus—everything was blurred, spots flecked in his vision, and the
light in the dungeon seemed to be changing colour. His whole body was
tingling, buzzing...

And then it stopped, abruptly. Everything came rushing back into focus; the
room, Angela, and the now throbbing pain in his groin. His muscles ached, too,
and his body was slicked with sweat and sticking to the vinyl. He had never
been more exhausted in his life.

Angela had let go of his junk. She stepped backwards, disappearing into the
shadows. Joel huffed through his nostrils, trying to keep from
hyperventilating, trying his hardest to rest. What had just happened? It was
almost transcendent—as if Angela was taking him to another plane of
existence...a plane of pain? Some higher reality where pain and pleasure were
indistinguishable from each other? He was of two minds—he longed to experience
the feeling again—not the crushing viselike grip on his testicles, but the
rush of endorphins that had flooded his mind and body as a result. And yet he
dreaded more torture—never in his life had he felt pain like that. All things
considered, however, he was glad that it was finally over.

Only it wasn't. Moments later, just as Joel was getting ready to pass out from
sheer exhaustion, Angela reappeared. She stepped out of the darkness, a wicked
grin etched on her face, clutching what looked like a miniature
cat-o-nine-tails. The leather whip was tiny, but when Angela began thrashing
him with it, the pain it brought down upon him was anything but. Each lash of
the leather strips was like something between a violent slap and a punch to
the crotch.

"Ten lashes for each unauthorized climax!" Angela laughed merrily, and
continued the flogging. The whip lashed against his balls, his cock, his
dickhead, his taint, and everywhere in between. Each strike brought with it a
higher level of pain, different from anything that had come before. His face
was slick with tears and sweat, and his entire body shook as if seizing.
Twenty times Angela lashed him with the whip, and even when she was finished,
he still felt as if he were in the throes of her tormenting sadism, his cock
and balls still pulsing in agony.

"Now that your dirty little cock and balls have been cleansed with purifying
pain," she announced, "it's time for you to be renewed, refreshed,
rejuvenated."

Even after everything she had put him through, the pain had made him delirious
enough that he foolishly expected her to bring him some relief. His senses
were dulled from the exertion; he heard and saw everything as through he were
underwater. He was dimly aware of Angela bustling around between his legs,
setting up something underneath his balls, and then...

Everything suddenly came roaring back into stark relief. He was hit with a
sudden, shocking sensation, as if his balls had just been thrust into a cold
fire, or perhaps were being pricked by a thousand tiny icicles. This new pain
was sharper and more acute than any that had come before it, and served to
accentuate and magnify every ache and pain in his body. He felt as if Freon
were shooting through his veins, and he could sense his body temperature
dropping.

The painful sensation was over in a matter of seconds, however, to be replaced
by a general freezing numbness spreading outwards from his scrotum. He craned
his neck, looking down to see what she had done. His balls were submerged in a
bucket of ice water.

"I told you, Sweetie, no harm would befall you," Angela smiled. "I'm a woman
of my word. This will take care of any swelling, and before you know it you'll
be as good as new. Better, in fact." Joel answered by angrily growling into
his ball gag, and glaring resentfully at his captor. "Oh, I never said I
wouldn't hurt you, Baby," she answered, rubbing his inner thighs
affectionately. "To do hurt and to do harm are two very different things. I
assure you, my love, you're one hundred percent safe with me. But don't think
I have any reservations about inflicting pain on you. Especially when you've
been bad. You should just thank your lucky stars I don't share my disciplinary
methods with your stepmother." She raised an eyebrow. "But then again, maybe I
should."

This was quite effective in stilling any nascent thoughts of rebellion that
could possibly be swimming around inside Joel's head, and his eyes took on a
more pleading tone, wide with fear. Angela responded more favorably to this
expression, and smiled at him warmly. "There we are," she cooed. "We can be a
good boy now, can't we?"

Joel emphatically nodded his head.

"Didn't I tell you this would help you be a good boy?"

He nodded again.

"There, you see? I was right. Now, is the water too cold for my good boy?"

Joel nodded; again, an emphatic yes.

"Let's see what I can do about that," she grinned, and slipped back into the
shadows. A few moments later she returned, holding what looked like a small
red block of wax in her hand, long and rectangular, like the kind used to make
official seals on envelopes. Joel was momentarily confused. How was a long
block of wax going to warm him up?

And then he saw the lighter in Angela's other hand.

Joel's eyes went wide with horror as he realized what Angela was about to do
to him. He thrashed in his bonds, but it was no use—he was much too securely
bound. Angela paid no heed to his struggles or muffled cries of protest;
instead she held one end of the wax just inches above his penis. Opening the
lighter with a flick of her wrist, she activated the flame, and slowly brought
it into contact with the wax.

"This'll warm you right up," she whispered.

Joel screamed into his ball gag as the first searing drop of melted wax landed
sizzling on the eye of his penis. The pain was unimaginable; he felt as if his
dick were being branded, as if the sensitive skin of his member were being
burned with a soldering iron. Joel's breath came in ragged gasps through his
nostrils as his brain attempted to process the agony Angela was inflicting
upon his manhood. No sooner had the pain began to subside, however, then
another burning drop of hot wax landed on his cock.

"Oh, relax," said Angela nonchalantly in response to his muffled screams. She
slowly and excruciatingly continued to coat Joel's member in hot wax, drop by
agonizing drop. "This wax is specially formulated to melt at 120 degrees.
Honestly, this is no worse than a mild sunburn. Stop being such a baby." He
convulsed with pain as she dripped more hot wax onto the head of his penis.
Time seemed to have no meaning for Joel as Angela put him through a seeming
eternity of torment, always waiting for the last drop to cool before dripping
the next one. Joel began to drift in and out of consciousness, the lines
between dreams and reality dissolving. Somehow, he was both numb and in pain
at the same time; intensely aware of his body yet somehow detached from it;
completely bound and gagged yet more free than he had ever been...as his body
and mind transcended their respective barriers, the seconds melted together
into minutes, which may have well been hours for all that he knew. He had no
idea how long he had been in the char, or whether he was still in it, or if he
had ever been in it to begin with. He was forgetting who and where he was.
There was only the heat, and the pain, and the sweat, and Angela. Always
Angela.

Her gleefully smiling face was the last thing he remembered before he blacked
out.

Later that night, as Joel slumbered in the deepest sleep he had ever
experienced, he would dream faintly, like a memory long-neglected, of his raw,
battered genitals being freed from their bonds; of his gag being removed and
his weakened body being freed from the char; of soft, strong arms supporting
him, and finally of a cool, dark, liquid, silent place where he floated as if
in the womb—finally at peace.