Almost a year after the Super Bowl incident, things had gotten grimmer.
One evening Scrip stood, one foot on each chair as Marigold had ordered him, with each hand sticking out and holding a large encyclopedia with a glass on top of that.
Scrip knew if he dropped the glass, the red wine would hit the carpet, and all hell would break loose...
Marigold was really putting Scrip through his paces!
Heavy rat-traps snapped on Scrip's nipples and his cock and balls stinging with Ben-Gay so liberally applied by Marigold's slave husband...
Oh and Scrip was just suffering!
To keep himself busy, Scrip thought a lot. Scrip had a fairly good brain, and first thought about philosophy.
Especially "The Nichomachean Ethics of Aristotle" which he'd been studying in night school.
He then did mental arithmetic, multiplying two digit numbers, then three digit numbers... and then naming Norman kings and Civil War generals.
He just knew he had to keep his feet on the chairs straight, and his hands straight, and try hard not to get cramped.
Scrip was just amazed by Marigold's beautifully bored look, her curly dark hair tossed casually as she gazed at him during the visits for checking-up.
He'd finally admitted that he was truly Marigold's submissive, though it had really sneaked up on him.
After the Super Bowl party, Scrip had rapidly lost touch with his old buddies, and then Marigold had given him the option to stay or go—
Marigold even told him she'd pay his rent at a new place if he liked.
And that Rusk wouldn't fire him from the firm...
No, she even said if he was in really, really bad shape financially, she might sell the painting and give him the money back—
"But it would make you an Indian giver, Scriptor, my love."
But Scrip was so in love with Marigold! He said he'd be willing to keep things as they were—he couldn't survive without her.
And Scrip realized that Marigold was probably going to turn him into a total submissive at this point.
But, Marigold had made love to Scrip the night of the Super Bowl party.
Yes and she continued to have sex with him, but just once or twice a month...
So they were trying to work on Scrip not masturbating, and that was one big issue...he was terrified of the chastity belt! So far she'd not locked him up.
But Marigold also had decided to put Scrip through more intensive paces
Yes, and the past ten or eleven months had been a rigorous training program..
Certainly Scrip was not getting the time that Rusk was, but it was pretty bad. But he just couldn't control his beloved Marigold.
Sure, he was turned on completely by her power over him...
Oh but it was amazing how she'd made him collapse sexually before her...
The door opened and Marigold looked in.
God, her boobs looked so good, the cleavage just bursting out of the top of the corset. Marigold smiled grimly.
"So, you've been there for an hour and a half, my kitten.
Standing straight up, I see. You think you're learning to be a more obedient boy—no more rebellious nonsense?"
"Yes, Miss Marigold" Scrip said, trying to hold still with the heavy books in each hand.
He really had to pee badly, and his cock and balls were going wild with itchiness. She was so beautiful.
It didn't even bother him, being naked except for this ridiculous get up, stockings and a garter belt and high heels, though it was getting very difficult balancing himself on the separated chairs.
He just wanted to not annoy Marigold any more than he had to!
Marigold looked at Scrip with true pleasure.
Yes, he looks ridiculous, but what a good boy he's trying to be, and putting him through these extensive tests...are going to make me wet, yes sir!
Marigold had a long thorny switch, cut from the rose bush from the back yard, and waved it around as Scrip stared at it with terror.
"Such a rebellious boy" she said, shaking her head.
"I find these ridiculous slips in your pocket. Football pools from work. You really have an unhealthy obsession with gambling."
Scrip looked at the thorny wand, winced and then said,
"Marigold, it's not really gambling. It's just a male bonding thing—"
Scrip gritted his teeth, as Marigold had lightly tapped the head of his cock with the thorny switch.
But, to his credit, he didn't drop the encyclopedias or even spill the glasses. Marigold had been putting Scrip through intensive training, getting him to have more control in his arms.
The first couple of times he'd dropped the wine glasses, some weeks ago, Marigold had used her bullwhip to convince Scrip that he needed more self control.
When he protested he was a little uncoordinated, that he'd had motor skill therapists as a child, Marigold insisted that the bullwhip would give him all the motor skill counseling he'd ever need.
It turned out to be true!
Marigold walked slowly behind the chairs to where Scrip's bare bottom was sticking out of the stockings.
"And here we behold your disobedient bottom, O Nick the Greek, great gambler."
Scrip, usually unaware of his lingerie outfit (it had been so long, whenever he was home in the past six months) felt a bit humiliated and embarrassed...
Marigold was dressed in the corset and jeans that looked painted on...and a little frightened, as of course his bare buttocks were just ripe targets for the thorny switch.
"It's just, that the guys at work are friends, and we don't spend more than twenty dollars on the pool—"
WHAP! Right in the left cheek, and Scrip wasn't ready for it, and dropped the encyclopedia in his left hand.
Annoyed, Marigold whacked him four or five times on the legs, and he dropped the right book as well.
She whacked his scrotal sack, and Scrip fell on the floor, moaning.
"Yes, this is a pretty situation, isn't it?" Marigold was disgusted.
She lifted the thorny rosebush switch and landed it all over Scrip's crouching naked form. WHACK! WHACK! THWACK SMACK!
The pain was incredible.
The thorns were ripping in and out of Scrip's skin, but he was still so aroused looking at Marigold's big boobs as she thwacked and smacked.
"You have no WHACK THWACK self control WHACK WHACK at all."
Marigold took one of her high heels and stomped Scrip's penis and he cried bitterly .
About an hour later, Marigold was sitting on the couch and Scrip was kneeling at her feet, looking anxious.
"You have to calm down, Scrip" Marigold said.
"I want to train you to suck cock, and the reason I'm so interested in doing this, is because you're all focused on this macho bullshit like football pools. It's really annoying."
Scrip just looked at the floor.
His penis hardened a bit, thinking about how Marigold wanted to degrade him, to make him a bitch, but on the other hand, he really didn't want to suck cock.
Oh God.
"And it's such a nice way to please my guests, having someone here to give a little oral stimulation" Marigold said merrily.
"I met this couple from Poland online, Edek and Noelle.
They came here for a visit, and I enslaved them both! They gave wonderful blowjobs at a fete I had. It was marvelous!"
Scrip looked horrified.
"People came to visit you from overseas and you—you made them suck people's dicks?"
Scrip shook his head.
"I know you're into the um, BDSM scene, but that's a bit much, Marigold."
"No, no, silly" Marigold said, smiling, as she gently massaged Scrip's hard cock with her stockinged toes.
"Edek and Noelle were already submissives, I guess Noelle was the dominant at home, but she was in need of subbing to someone else,
Yes and so they came here and I gave them quite a time of it. It was just a fun thing. They're very rich."
Marigold rubbed her toes more vigorously against Scrip's erection, and he got quite a bit more excited.
He hadn't cum in some weeks, and the last few times they'd made love, it was just his working feverishly between her legs with his mouth.
Marigold had an intense thirst for cunnilingus, and Scrip had to lick her for hours when he wasn't at work.
If he didn't make her cum more than four or five times, she would become exasperated and use her Lochgelly Tawse on him, which really left some nasty marks.
Scrip couldn't believe it, that he was putting up with being beaten by a woman, like a dog.
It wasn't like this in the old days, really it wasn't.
So now she was becoming frighteningly enthusiastic about new and upsetting practices.
For instance, a week ago, she began teaching Scrip to lie on the bathroom floor with his mouth open and take her urine as she released it...
Oh and Heaven forbid he spill a drop!
Of course Scrip, quite the hygienist would cough and spit as the long, foul smelling piss hit his mouth, and this would enrage Marigold.
She had taken it as a total lack of respect, and would thrash him, criss crossing his naked chest as he cowered on the bathroom floor.
Then of course Marigold would grab Scrip by the back of the neck, or the hair, and make him lick up the discarded urine.
Marigold also got a real kick out of making Scrip suck the blood out of her used tampons.
This had been such a point of contention between the two that she'd had to bind him to the bed with electrical tape and FORCE the tampon into Scrip's mouth...
Oh, the first few times, anyway.
Now he docilely would suck a Tampax dry, and chew it if she liked. Marigold didn't fool around.
She had a strong right arm, and could cane with the best of them. But the forced fellatio thing was scaring him to death.
Marigold, noting Scrip's discomfiture, began talking about oral sex in a more gentle way.
"We could start out with a hotdog or something, in your mouth. I really want to teach you to deep-throat a cock.
I'm sure you've had girl friends that frustrated you because they were too timid with the penis, just licking the head or something.
But then there are girls, usually prostitutes, who can take it deep into the throat." Marigold said quite seriously.
