All characters depicted, are eighteen, or above.
Jack Bailey reflected on the past two weeks.
It was now, November.
Two weeks, he would never forget.
It was on October the sixteenth, that he had relinquished any sense of dignity.
True to her word, Nicole Davis, (or "Madam",) had used her power, to totally
control him.
Jack had no doubt, that she would release the video of the bedroom scene, if, he even slightly disobeyed her.
He'd been caught on camera, jerking off into her soiled panties.
He knew he'd been set up, and, he was trapped.
She commanded him to carry out menial tasks, for no money.
She never thanked him, she insulted him, and sexually tortured him.
To his horror, he had begun to enjoy being at her mercy.
He began to want her to be cruel to him.
She would summon him at all hours, to either perform pointless little tasks, or, sometimes, no tasks at all.
On these occasions, she would say, "Oh, sorry, Fido. Actually, I don't need you after all."
Usually, she would be wearing only a bra, panties and heels.
She loved looking at the torment in his eyes.
She was a cruel bitch, and he loved her.
She would look down at the prominent bulge in his jeans.
"Oh Fido. Are you having naughty thoughts?"
"Sorry Madam. I'll try to keep myself under control."
"Yes. You'd better."
She would move towards him. He would breathe in her perfume.
She would hiss in his ear, "Yes Fido. My mouth, pussy, and ass, are for real men, and women. Not, for you."
"Yes Madam. I understand."
"Good. Now why don't you go home, and jerk off? At least, that's something you're good at."
"Yes Madam."
He would then leave, and, yes, the first thing he did when he reached home, was jerk off.
His fantasies involved only her.
No one else mattered.
He was obsessed.
The torture was relentless.
She thought up new ways to drive him mad, everyday.
One afternoon he was gardening for her.
He checked his phone.
The message read, "come up to my bedroom, Fido. I'm in need of assistance."
Jack went up the stairs, and knocked on her bedroom door.
"Enter!"
She was stood, wearing red panties, bra, and black high heels.
She glared at him.
"You took your time!"
(He had taken, less than a minute.)
"Well, you're here now. Go and wash your hands."
Jack went into the en suite, and dutifully, washed and dried his hands.
