The Secret Ownership of Tim

When he awoke, he was untied, and lying face up, with a cool wash cloth across his brow. She was smiling down at him.

“Now that you’re my fuck whore, there are so many things I’m going to force you to do. I’m going to take pictures of you in girly clothes. And I will have you come to the girls’ locker room so I can show off my fuck whore to my girl friends. I’m going to make you come to the library and suck the cum out of my pussy under the library table. I’m going to torment you for the rest of your life. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Because I am going to keep your sis’s panties which you splattered all over with your cum because you just couldn’t help yourself, being the chronic masturbator that you are. You are mine, my little slut whore. And unless you want your sis and your mother and everyone at school, and the whole world to know what you did, then you belong to me. You are mine, my little slut whore. And your cock is mine. I own you.”

“I own you!” The words echoed in his head now as Tim sat at his desk, perspiring with the memories, staring at the letter from Ms. Bodinski. His pants moist with his hard dick’s pre-cum. And his palms wet with fear. They had lost contact for many years. But now, it appeared, she had found him. He knew he was trapped. He knew he would have to visit her. He was owned.