"No my queen. I learned my lesson. I never want to lose you. You know exactly what I want. You know exactly how to treat me. I will never betray that again. Also, I will be more attentive to our friendship.I want to share more with you, and I want you to share more with me."
"Good, I believe you. As long as you are honest, I won't leave you. Now for your punishment. Spread your legs, Good. Make a ring with your forefinger and thumb, encircle your balls. Good. Squeeze. Sqeeeze, Good, Squeeze. Now with your other hand, slap your balls. Slap them hard I want to see you flinch."
He did. He slapped his balls so hard with his hand's fingertips that I could hear the slap and see his visceral reaction. I heard him yell.
"Harder Otto!"
"Harder, sissy!"
"Harder, slut!"
Each time he slapped himself harder and harder. I was laughing out loud.
"Ohhh, my god Otto. Good work. I have to go now. My boys need to get home to eat dinner. I want you to film yourself. I want to see you punishing your balls. Once you do that. take off your device and ejaculate. Cum in your hand and smear it on your face and then lick your fingers clean. Then thank me. I want you to talk to me in the video. I want to hear your thoughts. Understand?"
"Yes, thank you A@##. I can't tell you how grateful I am to you."
I received the video, a completely edited and clean copy, it must have taken him hours to edit. I received the clip around eleven that night which meant he was up into the early hours making it. With minimal effort and time on my part, I had complete control over this man. If he got off work at three in the afternoon and didn't finish editing the video until three or four in the morning, he had just devoted 10 hours of time to complete this simple task. I had achieved total control over this man.
My findings
I initiated everything with my email and story that I'd already been writing for a couple of years. I never spent too much time, mostly I spent an hour, two at the most writing per week. It was a slow game. I sent him the recording of me reading a story and masturbating. After that everything was moved along by his own admissions.
Watching him punish his own balls was amazing. He inflicted pain upon himself simply because I'd asked. I knew now that I could get him to do anything. I wanted him to initiate it. I wanted him to make the next move. I knew it was important for a sissy to understand that his desires are his own and that his partner is just an excuse. They need to let go of the excuse and take ownership of what they have become.
I would wait for him to make the next move. We returned to our friendship. We skyped just to catch up. It was good. He was dressed like a man, drinking coffee and we laughed and talked like old friends. I stopped sending him tasks. I stopped responding to any messages that tried to engage L&L. He kept sending me photos and videos. He kept writing stories. He kept buying new outfits.
He shared his porn page on an adult porn site. His profile had photos I'd never seen, video clips of him I'd never seen, and I could see all his "favorite" clips that he'd marked to view later. He gave me his password so I could make changes. I never did, I did view all his content. He had photos of him sucking his own cock, his photos seemed to go back 15/20 years. He has been doing this for quite a while. Some of his photos depicted a very young man in very good shape. He's in decent shape, but now he was 45 years old. He had gray hair, a little belly and his face looked very masculine. As a young man, he looked very feminine. A couple of photos wherein he'd shielded his upper body, it was impossible to discern his body from that of a woman.
He shared his Literotica page with me. He still had no idea, I was the one who'd commented on his story, I was certain of it. After all,he'd done and how much he'd exposed and shared with me, it was impossible he wouldn't ask me if he suspected. He asked me to give him feedback on the stories, videos, and photos. He made it clear that he knew I was busy and when, and if I got the chance, to let him know what I thought. He just wanted to show me. He wanted to be seen. He wanted to know he was willing to do anything for me.
If I'm honest, it freaked me out a little. But it also felt very empowering. I had this man in the palm of my hand. I understood the level of trust he'd bestowed upon me, but I also understood that I'd shared a lot with him. I depended on his discretion too. But he'd sent me so much more. My photos, recordings, and writings had no way of tracking back to me. If anyone discovered the content I'd shared, they would never be able to attach my name and face to it.
Deep down, there was part of me that wanted to humiliate Otto. I wanted to make him understand that I owned him. I knew I had to be reasonable if I wanted him to remain honest with me. I didn't want him straying from the rules of chastisement.
