Michael changed his Facebook profile picture. No. Caitlin changed his Facebook profile picture and Michael watched her do it. He watched her face helplessly react to the comments that poured in and he began to sweat.
She had him locked up in stocks. Like some pathetic little toy. He stood there with his arms and head locked in the wooden device. Dressed in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. A sign had been attached to his neck. It hung there and he was helpless to hide the words that were on it. He knew what they said. He admitted to himself that they were true.
Caitlin's slave for life.
"You're getting a lot of likes," she said. He could barely hear her over the crowd.
Folsom Street Fair.
She pulled his shorts down and his penis was erect and begging to be stroked.
He was Caitlin's slave. Yesterday he was a free man. Now he was Caitlin's slave for life.
She wore black knee-high stiletto boots and a tight black dress. She grabbed his penis with her satin-gloved hand.
"I control you."
"I know," he replied quietly.
She stroked him and he moaned. She came around the stocks and held his chin in her hand.
"Do you want to come, Michael?"
His eyes went up and down her sexy body. They had nowhere else to go. "Yes. Please, Caitlin, let me come."
She held his head in her hands like it was a toy. She brought her knee up to his head and he licked it.
Cheers from the crowd.
Michael had been in love with her ever since high school. He remembered the first time they met. She was rollerblading in short green shorts. "Pink" was written on the ass.
"I've got you imprisoned in stocks. You're my prisoner, Michael." He liked being her prisoner. He liked being hers.
"Yes, Caitlin."
"You belong to me. I own you. Why do I own you, Michael?"
"Because... Because you are a sexy girl," he admitted.
"And what do sexy girls do?" She stroked his back with her delicate hands.
"They control guys."
"That's right. I control you."
"You control me, Caitlin."
