For what seemed like eternity her foot smashed again and again into my tender balls. I lost it after the third kick, and began babbling incoherent for her to stop, telling her again and again I learned my lesson and I'd do absolutely anything if she's just stop kicking my injured testicles. Luckily I didn't think that all of her kicks were full force. She seemed to accept some of my apologies, and only kicked as hard as she could when the mistake was particularly egregious in her mind or if she didn't think I begged and cried hard enough. Miraculously, I kept my death grip on the edges of her dining table and didn't fall over, even though I couldn't stop my legs from buckling after almost all of her blows.
"Phew. That's actually a pretty good workout" she huffed, laying a hand on the small of my back to steady herself. "You can move now, bank. I'm impressed - you didn't fall and act all melodramatic like you usually do when I pop you in the balls."
I could hear Amber stroll to the kitchen as I slowly slid off her table. My legs wouldn't support me and I collapsed to the floor, groaning in the fetal position again. My groin was an explosion of pain that didn't seem to go away, turning into a wicked ache deep inside my abdomen. I knew I would be sore and sensitive there for days, if my balls ever recovered at all, I thought miserably.
"Go ahead - take a minute and relax" Amber said magnanimously, sitting on her couch sipping her water. I didn't have much of a choice since I didn't think I could move anyway.
After five or ten minutes I got my breathing under control and found I could move, albeit slowly. I dragged myself to my hands and knees. On the plus side, I realized, I hardly cared at the moment that I was stark naked save for the chastity cage while Amber was fully dressed.
"Oh - stay like that. That's perfect" Amber said, getting to her feet. She walked over to me and sat down on my back. I remembered how Sarah had done the same thing that morning, using me as a chair to take off her shoes and socks after her run.
I could feel Amber's voluptuous ass settling against my naked back, and for the first time in minutes I felt my dick begin to stir again in the cruel tube. I thought that maybe she was wiggling a bit much for effect, and I moaned slightly. She finally settled herself, and I realized she was now sitting in front of her coffee table, using me as a stool. She reached out and pulled my laptop and cell phone towards her.
"Alright, bank. I've wanted to do this for a while. I'm going to go through your finances."
Oh god. This was another violation of my privacy, and yet another way she could exert control over me. Like most people, my entire life was stored on my laptop and phone. She would have access to everything - if she simply asked, I knew I'd give her access.
Sure enough, she flipped open my laptop and simply said "Password."
I gave it to her, barely suppressing a whimper as I did so. I heard her type it in.
"Ok...just need to connect to my wifi...." More key clicks. Then a minute of relative silence as she got oriented on my machine.
"Ok. I'm in Chrome. I see you have your bookmarks pretty well organized - the folder called "finance" - does that have all of your financial websites in it?"
I groaned audibly, and Amber laughed in response. She reached out and patted me on the head.
"Now now, bank. What sort of financial institution would you be if I couldn't review all of MY accounts whenever I felt like it?" She clucked her tongue. "You really need to work on your customer service."
She returned to my laptop. More clicks. I couldn't see what she was doing - I was too tired to do much more than stare down at the floor. I could feel my arms and back begin to ache slightly at the stress of holding her up.
"Ok - this looks like your bank...logging in now...I see your username is saved, so what's your password?"
"Uh....I use an app - it's the lock icon in the dock...it stores... all of my passwords" I said, haltingly.
Amber chuckled above me.
"ALL of them?"
I nodded.
"Wow...you're making this just too easy for me" she laughed. "Wait a sec..." She reached out and grabbed a notepad and pen that lay on the corner of her coffee table.
"Ok...tell me your password to that app."
Hanging my head in defeat, I told her the long string of characters I had devoted to memory years ago. She wrote them down carefully, then read them back to me to make sure she didn't have any errors.
"Well done, bank" she said, patting me on the head again. "Now don't even think about changing any passwords. I am going to log into and access these and any other accounts I want at any time. Understood?"
I nodded. "Yes miss." I shivered as I thought about it. She would still need my computer to access the master list of passwords, but she had a key to my house and could get to it any time. This meant that she really could log into every single account I've ever had whenever she wanted.
There were more key clicks.
"Logging into your bank account now..." I waited, holding my breath for several seconds as she obviously looked around.
"Oh....oh bank...you weren't lying to me...you have a LOT of money..." She almost whispered, her voice thick with what almost sounded like arousal to me. I glanced up and over my shoulder. She was staring at my laptop - her eyes were bright, and she was biting down on one finger between wet, slack lips. After a minute she shook herself out of her reverie.
"First things first. Here - unlock your phone for me."
She held my phone down in front of my face, exactly like Sarah did last night. My phone dutifully unlocked. She snatched it away.
"Now tell me the passcode to your phone as well, bank, in case I want to use it when you're not around."
I did so and she wrote it down.
"Now, same goes for your phone of course. You are not allowed to change the password."
I grunted my assent - my throat was too thick with anxiety and dread to speak.
I felt her shift to get more comfortable.
"How much have you paid Sarah and I so far, bank?" She asked, curiously, swiping around on my phone.
I was genuinely puzzled. For some reason I hadn't thought to total it up. Thinking back over the last week especially, I didn't think I really had time.
"Um...I...I'm not sure, miss."
I heard her sigh in disappointment.
"What sort of bank doesn't even keep track of its own accounts? Honestly. I guess I'm going to have to do that for you. Oh - here's Venmo."
For the next ten minutes or so, I focused on supporting her and not letting my arms shake too much from the strain. She was light, but my muscles were in a constant state of exhaustion these days. I heard her hum to herself as she flipped through various apps and websites on my laptop.
I heard her laugh finally.
"Oh wow - so, counting the cash you left in the bowl for me...remember that, bank?"
I nodded.
"You've paid me three thousand, nine hundred twenty eight dollars and fifty seven cents. Does that sound about right?"
I shuddered. I had no idea it was quite that much but I knew it was a lot. And that was just in three weeks. In other words, I quickly realized, I was averaging almost two hundred dollars a day to Amber alone.
"Yes miss...it's...it's a lot."
She chuckled.
"Well, I wouldn't use that language exactly. I prefer..." She paused for a second. "I prefer to put think of it as....there's always room for improvement."
I almost collapsed under her as her statement made me suddenly weak. I caught myself with shaking arms as she laughed again. She crossed her legs and gently swung her foot back and forth.
"Wouldn't you say so, bank? Isn't there always room for improvement?"
I gritted my teeth, and not just from the physical strain.
"Yes miss...you're right of course."
She patted my head again.
"Oh..and that doesn't even count all of the lingerie you've bought me...or the clothes Ms. Sutton has ordered on your credit card. That has to add up to quite a bit, as well."
"Yes miss."
She considered for a second.
"You want to be the best bank you can be for me, right?"
I thought for a second. Every time I was around Amber I seemed to submit more and more, as she took increasing control over me. There was more withdraws from me, more pain and more humiliation. I wondered where it would end for me - how much of my life was I willing to give over to this incredible women, just to be in her presence and serve at her whim. I already knew how I would answer her question.
"Yes miss. I want to be the best bank I can be for you."
"Very good." She patted me on the head yet again.
"Because tonight....you're going to go deeper for me. Much deeper."
I gasped and shuddered.
"It's true." She turned her pats into strokes, and began running her hand through my hair. She stroked my neck in that way she had that made my knees weak.
"Do you know how many chores are on your list this weekend, bank?"
I shook my head.
"No...not exactly, miss."
"Forty seven" came her simple reply.
"Oh god..." I breathed. I knew it was a lot. I just didn't think it through exactly until now.
"And remind me, bank...how much do you pay me for each chore?"
"Ah..one...uh...one hundred dollars, miss."
She chuckled.
"That's right. So...how much am I going to take from you tonight?"
"Miss...please..."
Her fingernail was tracing light lines down my spine. I was shuddering uncontrollably.
"Answer the question, bank" she said, kindly but firmly.
"Four...four thousand seven hundred dollars...miss..." I gasped.
"That's right. Four thousand seven hundred dollars. For starters."
"Miss???" I said, swiveling my head to stare at her in surprise.
"Yes, for starters" she said, looking down at me with a slight smile on her face.
