Kimberly’s Mandate – Part 1
You’re alone now. Here in the dark.
The smooth surface of the stainless steel tray beside your bed reflects a pinpoint of silverish light: caught from a street light somewhere outside and twisted into a lone north star, the only star here in your very small universe.
Despite the morphine drip, the dull ache between your legs is a relentless throb. The chill from the ice pack —to help control the swelling, she’d told you as she tucked it around your pereneum– has spread across your pelvis and thighs, but the numbness it provides seems to exacerbate rather than relieve. Oh, Miss Kimberly, I love you so much, you think to yourself.
And you do love her. But now you are alone. Kimberly has left and you are lying here in the quiet of this dark room with a body that is changed, altered–deformed forever at Kimberly’s bequest. She’d told you that it would be the ulitimate proof of your unmitigated devotion. Proof that you belonged only to her and would always do whatever she required of you.
From the beginning you’d told her that you would do anything for her–anything to prove your love, your adoration, your complete capitulation to her superiority over you. And your precocious blonde Goddess –after having taken control of your money, cuckolded you relentlessly and insisted upon so many smaller and daily humiliations– had eventually asked of you the ultimate sacrifice.
Drifting and floating in your opiate haze, you hear her voice.
You, sweet man, are incapable–absolutely unable in anyway–of having normal sexual relations with a woman. You know it and I know it. If fact, anybody who knows you knows it. You’re “unfuckable.”
It’s lucky for you I came along and gave you some direction in your life. In the manhood department you are a big fucking zero. But as a slave, well, I’ve done an excellent job of training you. And you need to prove you are grateful. There’s only one way to really show me you are sincere: Give up those useless little snot-balls of yours.
Of course, she was right. You knew even as she spoke that you would give Kimberly what she wanted.
HDB
This is an extremely hot story you’re telling here Angela. I can’t wait to read more. I must tell you, that anybody that can’t, in some fashion, to some extent, appreciate your writing talent, should go back to reading JugHead comics.
What a treat, You have renewed my desire to read.
I thank you and bow,
H.
trebor47
Wow! Looking forward to part II. Very good writing.
traveler thomas
Waiting to see what happens.
Paul lane
All men who truly love their women should be castrated to prove their their devotIon