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I finished my Sunday night grocery shopping and ambled my way out the sliding

glass doors when something hit my peripheral vision. She was petite, with

shoulder-length, straight and shiny honey-blonde hair, pouty lips, and a sullen

demeanor. I wasn't quite sure of her age, but she was dressed rather

conservatively. She had the attributes of a sixteen year-old, but the style of a

late twenties professional woman. I was in a pickle. Should I continue toward

the parking lot with my perishables or turn around and get a second look at the

exquisite vision that had just caught my attention? I'd love to get a

confirmation. Was she really as lovely as she was at first glance? My male

thought process was in overdrive. I decided to turn around and follow her, to at

least get a look at her ass. It was the right decision, I decided, when I

finally took a long drink of her juicy bottom. It was a small package, but

filled out in all the right spots. She wore jeans, which surprised me since she

reeked of sophistication, but her sport jacket and pumps proved my first

assumption to be correct. God, how old was this beauty, I muttered to myself.

She seemed so youthful, yet beyond her years, simultaneously. This drove me

wild, and drove me on from aisle to aisle as the frozen food in my cart started

to drip, just like my poor starved cock.

I knew how ridiculous I must have seemed, following around a girl in the

supermarket that appeared to be half my age (I was nearly 40), but I couldn't

help myself. She was too beautiful to ignore, too delicious to resist. I

followed her to he liquor section as she picked up bottles of Absolut and apple

schnapps. I zeroed in on her small, alabaster hand wrapping around the neck of

the schnapps bottle and noticed the translucent pink polish on the tips of her

slim fingers. How sweet, I thought. And how delectable. I needed to see that

face again, I decided. At the frozen food aisle, I hit pay dirt. I got close

enough to smell her light scent, a girlish perfume pervaded my senses as I

finally committed her pretty face to memory. She had pale green eyes with a

button nose and after she put a frozen California Pizza Kitchen box in her cart,

I watched her apply another coat of pale pink lip gloss her to her sweet young

lips. I tried to hide my erection behind my wagon of melting ice cream and TV

dinners, but I was transfixed. That's when I realized that my jig was up. I had

been discovered.

\"Hey, sweetie. I'm almost done here. I know you've been following me and I was

wondering if you wouldn't mind going through the checkout counter with my apple

martinis.\" I'm only 18 and I don't want any aggravation,\" she told me. I just

looked at her. \"Whatsamatter? Cat got your tongue? Or is it a pussy... cat?\" I

blushed and somehow stammered a response.

\"Ummmmmmmmmm, sure, I can check your liquor out for you. If it's important,\" I

blurted out. \"Ohhh, it's important,\" she answered. \"But I'm little short. And

not just in height,\" she giggled. \"Can you buy it for me... pleeeeeeeeease\" she

implored. I turned even redder. But I could never turn this young girl down...

for anything. I knew right away that I'd cut off my right arm for her. It was

irrational, but true.

As we made our way to checkout counter number 6, side-by-side, me with my

melting wagon of perishables, and she with her wagon of liquor, frozen pizzas,

sushi, cosmetics, and hair care products, she came to a halt and looked a me

with sparkling, puppy dog eyes. They were moist emerald pools, and were

impossible to deny. She handed off her cart and I knew what she wanted. I bent

down to place her purchases on the check stand and proceeded to pay for them...

all of them. Surprisingly, it was over $100.00. Cosmetics are damn expensive, I

thought to myself. But she was worth it, I thought. What wouldn't I do for this

tiny beauty, I considered for a fleeting moment. Little did I know how low I

would go for her. Why, you may ask? I wish I knew. But the heart wants what the

heart wants. And my heart was palpitating for her right then and there.

After I debited my account for her, we walked toward the exit. \"Thank you SOOOOO

much. You are WAY too kind. If there's any way I can repay my debt, just let me

know.\" she stated so innocently. I just looked at her with lust in my heart and

dirty thoughts in my mind.

\"Ummmmm, wellll... IIIIII....\" I somehow stammered. She giggled, the sweetest

giggled known to mankind. I nearly melted and had a hard-on so extreme that it

nearly broke my cockskin at the same time. I'd cut out my heart for this young

girl, I decided, without a doubt in my mind. I'd cut it out and hand it to her

on a silver platter. I looked deeply into her eyes for the first time that

night. She was nearly a foot shorter than me, yet it was obvious who was in

control. I might as well have been on my knees, for she was indeed the princess

and I was her vassal. She couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall, certainly no

more than 5'1\" or 5'2\". If she weighed more than a dollar, I'd have been

shocked. All I knew is that I'd been hard since I first saw her that fateful

night.

\"I don't even know your name\" she said. \"Brandon. My name is Brandon,\" I managed

to stutter. \"Nice to meet you, Brandon. I'm... well... that's for me to know and

you to find out,\" she teased.

With that, she turned on her heels and proceeded toward the parking lot. I could

do nothing but watch her small derriere sway to and fro as I felt the pressure

build in my loins. God, she was beautiful. Somehow, I managed to run, grocery

wagon in tow, and finally caught up to her at her car: a red Toyota Camry.

\"Miss... ummmm. Ma'am, would it be to imprudent if I volunteered to load your

car for you?\" I offered. \"How sweet,\" she responded. \"You go right ahead

honeybear, but I'm sorry, I don't have any tip money for you,\" she chirped.

I loaded her hatchback and opened the driver side door for her. \"I could still

use your help when I get home. I have a long flight of stairs to climb and all

these packages will make it awfully hard,\" she said so innocently.

\"I'd be privileged to carry your packages up for you, Miss.\" She just smiled and

started her engine. I quickly got in my car and followed her the eight blocks to

her house. It took four trips, but I finally brought all her packages

inside. \"Thank you, Brandon. That was sweet of you. Would you do me a favor?\" I

just looked at her dreamy green eyes. \"Anything,\" I replied. \"I'm glad you feel

that way. My car, as you might have surmised, is filthy. Since I have no cash on

hand, other than a few dollars to tip you, would you be a dear and wash it for

me?\" I smiled and before the words came out of her mouth answered \"of course!\"

In a matter of minutes, she handed me the cleaning equipment and informed me

that she'd be taking a bath while I washed her car in the parking lot. My

groceries were melting while I hosed down her Toyota, but I was burning deep in

my loins as she was soaping up her sweet pale flesh.

An hour later, I was finished and promptly knocked on her door. She answered in

a pale cream bathrobe with her wet hair tied in a pink scrunchie. She was

gorgeous and smelled like flowers when she handed me a five dollar bill. \"Ohhh, I

couldn't take that,\" I replied. \"You sure?\" she asked. \"Yep, I just wanted to do

something nice for you,\" I told her. Her response was so charming, I thought

I'd gone to heaven. \"Then let me make it up to you. What would you like more

than anything in this universe?\" she queried. \"What?\" I asked kind of

shell-shocked. \"You heard me. If you can ask anything of me, what would it be?\"

I turned bright red and looked at the ground in front of her tiny bare feet.

\"Welllll.\" I stammered. \"Tell me,\" she said in a demanding tone. \"I... I...

I...\" I couldn't say it. \"Tell me!\" she demanded. \"I want to kiss your feet,\" I

managed to gush. \"Kiss my feet?\" she answered. \"Is that it?\" \"Well, kiss your

feet and suck your big toe\" I told her shamefully. \"My big toe?\" All she could

do was laugh uproariously. \"Of course you can kiss my feet and suck my big toe.

Go right ahead, Brandon,\" she said rather mockingly.

We were still at her doorstep, so I was a little embarrassed. \"Well, go ahead.

This is your big chance. Do it, Brandon.\" I slowly got on my hand and knees as

she lifted her bare left foot to me and I covered it with kisses before finally

wrapping my parched lips around her pink-polished big toe. I sucked on it like I

was a condemned man and it was my final meal. My erection strained through my

pants as I sucked and sucked and sucked. When she had enough, she kicked my head

away. \"If you want more, Brandon, you may return to our friendly neighborhood

supermarket next Sunday night. But beware, I won't be as kind as I was tonight.

I mean it. If you return, your life won't be the same. I dare say that if you

return, you'll be sorry.\"

With that, she slipped a five dollar bill down my pants and shut the door in my

face, leaving me there on her doorstep with a straining erection. Suddenly,

she opened the door and stuck her small delicate hand down my pants, lightly

brushing my hard, meaty cock and fishing out her money. \"Sorry honeybear, but

I'll need this for the post office tomorrow,\" she informed me, then shut the

door in face once again. \"By the way,\" she whispered though the door. \"This

isn't my house. I'm housesitting for a friend. I still live at home with my

parents.\"

I still didn't learn her name and wondered if I had the nerve to return to the

store next Sunday night. If you're the mystery woman who met me at the

supermarket last Sunday night, please e-mail me at damselsthrall@yahoo.com. I

think I'm in love with you.

With visions of this teen beauty still dancing in my head, I arrived home and stroked myself like a brainless beast. In fact, I masturbated five times a day\nfor the next two days. That's more than I wanked the entire month. But this\nyoung fresh thing, this girl with flesh that looked yummier to the eye than all\nthe delicacies in the world, touched my core like no other woman ever had. I\nthought about her constantly for 48 hours straight. Then I received an unusual\ne-mail: \"Brandon, I just read your story on the internet on one of my favorite\nsites. I couldn't believe that was you. You are soooooo cute. I can't wait to\nsee you. But I can't wait until Sunday. Please come over tonight. 8pm. Bring a\nsmile. Love, your mystery girl.\"\n\nWow. That was short, and sweet, and very hot. It drove me crazy all day and at\n8pm sharp, I pulled up to her curb and took a deep breath. There was a strange\ncar in the driveway. Not her red Toyota hatchback, but another car: a black\nMercedes. I wasn't sure what to do. I waited until 8:10 then decided I had\nbetter go for broke. I headed toward the door and pressed the buzzer. A\nmiddle-aged man answered the door and I was aghast. \"Ummmmm.. I'm sorry. I think\nI have the wrong address.\" I managed to stammer.\n\nI then turned and went back toward my car, cursing that young hottie under my\nbreath. The owners of the house had apparently returned, but my young beauty had\nneglected to inform me. I felt like hell. Horny, but angry, as I sat in my car\nand wondered my next step. I decided to go to back to the supermarket and hang\nout in the parking lot. I was there until 10pm and fell into a light slumber.\nWhen I awoke, there was a note on my windshield. I quickly got out of my car and\ngrabbed it. \"Dear Brandon, I'm sorry but the Cheevers returned a few days\nearlier than expected. If you're still interested in me please refrain from\nmasturbating (I know you've been pulling it like it was going out of style) and\nmeet me back at the frozen food section at 8pm on Sunday night. If you want to\nhave a relationship with me, you'll be there with bells on and with a nice gift\nfor me. Love and kisses, your mystery girl. PS: my cell phone number is\n3*7-5*98. But only call it in case of an emergency.\"\n\nI reread the note about 20 times. I decided to grin and bear it and do exactly\nas she said. It wasn't easy, but I held back from wanking and met her at the\nappointed time with a lump in my pants and a bigger one in my throat. It was a\nfull week since I had seen her and I was beyond hungry for her. It was pathetic,\nI knew, but I needed her. I needed her and hated myself for needing her.\n\nWhen our eyes finally met and she eyed the bouquet of white roses in my hand,\nshe only said one word: \"bathroom.\" I ran there and waited for her before I \nentered, looking both ways before I followed her in. She told me to wait by the \nsink and I obliged, nervously watching the door as I heard her tinkle. When she \nopened the stall door, she pointed to the toilet and told me further instructions \nwere floating inside and I should retrieve it. As I dove in, she told me to be at\ncheck stand six in 4 minutes to pay for my groceries. I did as I was told and as\nI headed for the cashier, I finally read her wet note. \"Be at the Macy's parking\nlot next Sunday afternoon at 3pm and be prepared pay for my happiness.\" At the\ncheck stand, I pulled out my wallet and paid for her groceries. This time, it\ncost me a whopping $150 dollars. But I didn't care. She was worth it, I thought. \nShe thanked me and as I loaded her Camry, she gave me a peck on the cheek. I\ndidn't see her again until the following Sunday in the mall parking lot. Her\nwritten instructions were explicit. No wanking, she warned.\n\nWhen I escorted her into Macy's, it was clear that she intended to bust the\nbank, my bank. She spent over $300 on clothes and I almost complained, but she\nsaw the apprehension in my eyes and frowned. Then she slapped me across my face.\nAfter I helped her load her car, she told me that she couldn't take me home\nbecause of her parents, but that the Cheevers wanted her to housesit for the\nentire summer. Just a few more weeks and she'd have me all to herself, she\npromised. But she said she wanted to make sure I was honest. \"Honest?\" I asked.\n\"Chaste,\" she replied. \"I want to make sure you're all mine until then. She told\nme to meet her in front of the adult book store on 5th Street the following\nSunday night. I was so horny for this girl, I thought about rubbing one out\nconstantly, but refrained in deference to her. I truly didn't want to disappoint\nher. When Sunday rolled around, I was in agony. She looked absolutely tasty in\nfront of the X-rated store in short shorts and a tank top and tennies, her\ngolden tresses in a yellow scrunchie. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I\nached for her like I didn't think possible. We entered the small store hand in hand\nand a she was swift with her purchases. She chose up an unusual-looking cock\ncage that I wasn't familiar with in my internet travels. It was a plastic and\nrubber device and the store employee told is it was quite effective. My goddess\n(she still didn't tell me her name) also bought an unusual looking butt plug:\none with nasty looking teeth around the base. I paid for them, naturally, then\ndrove, as per her directions, to our original rendezvous point: the grocery\nstore. There, she bought (with my money) a mini combination lock and, when we\nreturned to my car, she had me pull down my pants and fitted the cage on my\ncock. We needed to wait a good 25 minutes for it to wilt, even with the help of\na cup of ice from the neighboring McDonald's, so she could finally padlock it,\nspinning the numbers around, the numbers that only she knew.\n\n\"There, now you're mine. Be back at the Cheevers’ house three weeks from today.\nI'll be there for the summer and I want you with me. See you then, Brandon, my\nhoneybear.\" With that, she gave me a peck on the cheek and walked to her car. She\ndidn't want me knowing her identity nor where her parents lived. I had a feeling\nshe lived close by but I just drove home, my cock aching in its prison, but my\nheart aching even harder.\n\nWaiting the three weeks was damn near impossible but I had no choice. I didn't\nknow where she lived nor how to contact her, but I knew where her housesitting\nduties were and could only wait. When the time came, I showed up at the\nappointed time and followed her directions to enter her bathroom silently and\nstrip. She checked out the cock cage and seemed to be satisfied that no monkey\nbusiness occurred. When I was nude, she attached a dog chain around my cock and\nballs and padlocked it around the toilet. There was no slack for me to stand nor\nreach the water pressure valve which she turned off.\n\n\"Now Brandon, I have a chore for you, my little toy. See that wastebasket over\nthere? I want you to empty it, but in my own special way,\" she added. \"I want\nyou to ingest every thing in there, swallow it, and the only help you'll get is\nthe water in the toilet bowl. All you get is one flush, so be prudent and\nconserve. I'm going to bed and when I wake up in the morning, I expect the\nbasket to be empty. If it's not, I don't ever want to see you again.\nunderstand?\" I was confused, and knew she could tell. \"Brandon, what I'm telling\nyou is that if you can't swallow my bathroom waste, I'll know you're not\nsuitable for me. You have 7 hours, good luck, honeybear. With that, she turned\nand left, shutting the door behind her.\n\nI couldn't believe it. This chick whose name I didn't even know, had asked me to\neat her bathroom trash and if I couldn't follow through, she was going to dump\nme. I had 7 hours and as I looked into the basket, I knew it would be tough. I\nsifted through the contents and thought it was a crazy task. \"Why was I here?\" I\nthought to myself. Then I thought of that sweet face and those green eyes. Who\ncould resist that killer body? I couldn't deny that angel anything and\nimmediately dove into my meal. On top of the basket were some used tissues. I\nstarted to open them up and knew it was a mistake. It was apparent that in the\nfirst one, she had blown her nose. So I gritted my teeth and soaked the tissue\nin the toilet. I tore piece by piece off into my mouth and forced it down my\nthroat, dipping my head in the toilet to suck down some water to help it slide\ndown.\n\nNext, I found a styrofoam cup with coffee stains and a smudged lipstick\nimprint around the top. I chewed off a piece, then another and another, dunking\nmy head in the toilet for some more water. Then, I found a paper wrapper. It\ncovered a leftover Egg Mcmuffin that smelled rather rank. This would be tough, \nI thought. I somehow managed to chew and swallow the old breakfast sandwich, but\ntearing off piece by piece of the large paper wrapper proved difficult. I don't\nknow how I did it but I swallowed it all. Thinking of my teen princess sleeping\nin her soft bed certainly helped. A half-eaten, but rock-hard bagel went down\nrather easily when soaked in toilet water, but then the dental floss, which I\nwadded up and swallowed with the help of a lot more water was way more\ndifficult. I dunked a couple of cotton balls stained with old makeup in the\ntoilet and swallowed them whole. But as morning approached, I realized that the\nQ-tips, all 6 of them, laying at the bottom the basket and stained with makeup,\nor god knows what else, would be a near impossible task. There was some more\ntoilet paper laying underneath, and I chewed and swallow that first. I don't\nknow what was inside nor did I try to identify the taste, but I held my breath\nand forced it down. But those damn Q-tips. I tried to figure out several ways to\nget them down my throat. But it was soon obvious that I could not, no matter how\nhard I tried. I held all 6 Q-tips in my hand as I heard an alarm clock buzz. My\nyoung goddess entered the bathroom about two minutes later and she saw me\nholding the Q-tips. Words couldn't describe the disappointment and anger \nregistering on her face. All she said was to get dressed and get out. \"Bbbbbbut...\" \nI stammered in a weak response. She just stared icepicks into me. \"Bbbbbut\nnothing.\" she mocked. \"Get the fuck out, you worthless piece of shit. I'm\nthrough with you.\" She unlocked my balls from the chain and threw my clothes \nat me and I was home in under 25 minutes. I cried myself the entire ride home.\n\nI couldn't believe it. I failed such a simple task. I was miserable and couldn't\nsleep. I got very sick and had cramps and diarrhea for the next three days. I\neven had to call in sick for work for two of those. The following day, I called\nher cell phone number and left a message on her voice mail. I apologized\nabjectly and asked if I could anything to make amends. I didn't hear back for 3\ndays and left another message. The following Sunday, I showed up in front of the\nCheevers’ house and left another message. After 6 hours, she never showed up, so\nI returned the following day, but parked a block away. Again, I didn't see her\nenter nor leave. The day after, I watched her pull up in a Jaguar and a man half\nmy age got out of the car and opened her door for her. She kissed him gently on\nthe cheek and went inside. \n\nI waited a few minutes after he drove away and rang her bell. When she answered \nwith a smile, the look on her face was indescribable. Her smile, and her color, \ndrained completely. \"Brandon, you animal. you filthy degenerate animal. How \nDARE you! if you're not out of my face in 10 seconds I'm calling the cops. \n10-9-8-7-6...\" That's all I needed. I thought about pleading my case, but all \nthat came out was \"bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbut my cage. My cccco...\" \nBut I interrupted myself and ran down the block toward my car. I was devastated. \nI tried to wank every other hour for a week thinking of her. But it was useless. \nI couldn't even get fully erect in that god damn cage. Finally, on the seventh day, \na package arrived on my doorstep. It was the butt plug from the X-rated store: an \nunusual-looking, and extremely large, butt plug with nasty-looking teeth at the base. \nThe package also included instructions from my teen goddess. \"Brandon, if you still \nwant me and value our time together, you'll grease up that plug, using only your \nsaliva, and shove it in your worthless asshole. Then you'll meet me at Athena's \non Saturday night at 7:30pm sharp. I want a nice dinner and a fine bottle of wine. \nBut most of all, I want to hear your apology.\"\n\nNeedless to say, I was there with bells on. Not exactly bells, but a cock cage\nand a butt plug, one that dug into my anal ring with angry incisors. When I\narrived, I gingerly sat at the table and waited patiently. It was painful and\nshe was over a half hour late. But what walked thought the front door took my\nbreath away. My cock bobbed in its plastic prison, and my sphincter gripped the\nplug as my weight shifted and pressed hard onto its bare teeth. I stood up to\ngreet her and she looked absolutely ravishing. Her honey-blonde hair fell\nloosely around her pretty face and her ivory dress and ivory leather\nslingback heels gave her slim figure an elegant carriage. She couldn't have been\nmore than a 34B. Her slender legs seemed longer than they ever had and I was\nliterally drooling by the sight. After we took our seats, she immediately\nslipped off her leather slingbacks and casually played with my caged cock with\nher pink-tipped porcelain-delicate toes. The teeth in the plug dug in harder \naround the periphery of my anus as I whimpered. \"Ooooh baby, you okay? Why don't \nyou go to the bathroom and freshen up,\" she cooed. I complied and when I rearranged \nmyself, I noticed there was a ring of blood in the seat of my underwear. I informed\nprincess about it when I returned to our table and she told me that I'd need a\npanty liner since that plug would be a regular part of my ensemble from now on.\n\nAfter we placed our order and she asked for an expensive bottle of Merlot, my\nteenaged temptress excused herself and went to the Ladies Room. When she\nreturned, she just casually smiled at me and pulled out a small vial of amber\nfluid and emptied it into the wine glass in front of her. When our waitress\nshortly brought out our Merlot, she asked about the \"white wine\" in the middle\nof our table. \"Oooh don't worry, that's just Brandon's special elixir,\" she told\nher. She moved it toward me as if our waitress seemed to understand. She poured\nher a glass of Merlot, and my \"date\" made a toast. \"To us, to a long and\nsatisfying relationship...... satisfying for me, anyway,\" she giggled and we\ndrank.\n\nIt was painfully obvious what I was drinking. It was my goddess' pee. The look\nin her eyes told me to swallow it down quickly and without hesitation or\ncomplaint. All the while she rubbed her cute toes along my caged shaft and told\nme how handsome I was. I repaid the compliment and she immediately jabbed a big\ntoe into my bloated balls, doubling me over. \"NEVER EVER speak unless spoken to,\nYOU HEAR ME, boy?\" I nodded, and winced, as we continued dining. Then she asked\nfor my apology and I blubbered something incoherent even though I had practiced\nit for days. The gist was that I'd promise to do ANYTHING to make it up to her.\nThat just made her smile mischievously and lick her lips suggestively. After I\npaid the bill, we left and I drove her home.\n\n\"If you think we're even you're wrong, dead wrong, boy.\" She lead me back to her\nbathroom and repeated the process from the week before: stripping me and\nlatching me to the toilet. \"This time, if you don't eat the ENTIRE contents of my\nwastebasket, you're going to cease to exist for me. Not only will that cage\nnever come off, but if you ever show up here again I'll call the police and have\nyou arrested on charges so vile you'll never see the light of day. Understand?\"\nI nodded and she left me there padlocked to her toilet all night long to eat her\nrefuse. I was addicted to something worse than heroin. No treatment center could\nhelp me. No drug could wean me. My life had entered a zone that had consequences\ntoo frightening to imagine. It was frightening because I entered it with open\narms. But as I opened up to it, it closed all around me. As I looked into the\nwastebasket and took a deep breath, she opened the door, surprising me.\n\n\"Brandon, I almost forgot, one more thing.\" She squatted down as her hair\ntickled my face and her scent drove my cock into its hard plastic prison and my\nanal muscles flexed against its intruder. She fiddled with my cage and I heard a\n\"click.\" When she was through, she kissed me on the tip of my nose and pinched\nmy cheek. \"Thank you Brandon, for being mine.\" When she closed the door behind\nher, I looked down at my imprisoned organ. She had attached a metal dog tag. It\nwas engraved. I took hold of it and turned it so the light shone properly on the\ninscription. \"PROPERTY OF GODDESS ANNABETH.\" I sighed. I belonged to a girl\nnamed Annabeth. Goddess Annabeth. I smiled contentedly and stuck my hand in the\nbasket, pulling out...... a used tampon.\n\n\n

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